#anyways me & my backwards hat are v cute

[thisperfectmonsoon]

it’s so nice to meet you // let’s never meet again 🖤

[colorquest]

~☆~

D: Okay so D: Michael. D: What's up with that hat?🔆

M: My hat...? D: Ah, the act of innocence, the act of ignorance... D: I. Have. Neeeeeeever seen you wear a hat before. D: It's so not your M.O. V: He's wearing a hat? D: Like, seriously. D: A backwards baseball cap? D: Did your mommy tell you it was cute like that or something? V: LOL S: Debbie!

M: *snort* M: You're too funny sometimes, D... M: But you're right, I almost never wear hats. M: This one just worked for me, you know? M: With the opening in the back and all. D: Can't even wear it properly.......... M: I know u_u. M: But yeah, I got this a couple days back when I went to that concert with my mama. V: So she did tell you it was cute, then? M: Ahhh... yeah, she did. V: hehehhueueh S: I think it looks very nice on you, Michael. M: Haha, you don't gotta tell me again. M: But thank you. D: WAIT. D: ..........That shade of purple............................... D: WAS IT THE DAGGERBREATH CONCERT?????????? M: Yeah it was! D: I thought I saw you putting up a poster earlier too, was that--🔆 M: I got that at the concert too, yeah! D: May I... see it... M: Sure, hold on, I think you'll really like this one actually.

M: See, they were premiering their new album, with the dragony album art and theme and all. D: WHAT THE HECK! D: LUCKY?! D: THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME. D: THAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEEEEEEEEE WHO WENT! M: Remember I did invite you to come with, D. D: YEAH but nobody else wanted to come. D: And as IF I'd be caught hanging out with just you and your mom. D: Like, come on. M: Well uh, you know if you want... M: While I'm a little too attached to the poster to give it up, you could take this hat from me next time we meet up? M: I'm not feeling it too much anyways. S: What? S: Noooo! S: It works so well on you though-- D: "It's a DEAL my liege, I'll TAKE it!" D: That is to say, D: Uh, YEAH? GIMMIE??? M: Ahaha, oh, so you've listened to their new album already then? D: Of course, who do you think I am? D: Some kind of POSER? M: Well, maybe a... "poser with all heart, no soul~" D: "TAKE A SMOKE OR MAYBE TWO AND FEEL THE ASHES TAKE CONTROL!!!!!!!" V: BUH V: You guys and your punk metal. V: Can't you listen to something a little more upbeat, maybe? S: (I don't understand it either Vilmr, but let them have their fun!)

D: Vilmr, comments like that are exactly why you gotta start breaking away from Maja a little more. D: You're gonna end up sounding just like her if you're not careful. V: Lättare sagt än gjort! V: You try being yourself when you have to listen to THIS nonstop! V: Listen!

V: Nag nag nag, right?! D: Yeah okay but that doesn't mean you gotta start nagging too -_-. S: Yeesh Vilmr, it's no wonder you get so anxious, I'd die if my parents kept calling me like that all day. V: The caring guardian... V: She eats away at your psyche like no other. D: Okay well stop listening to your cell then. D: Like, put it away for a while, that's what I do. V: I can't just not have it on me Debbie. D: Sure you can! D: Give it to me, get some freaking peace of mind for once. V: Agh! V: ...Only if you promise to give it back when I ask this time. D: Psssh, totally. D: After the eclipse, of course.

D: Hey what the heck are those lights outside your window? S: Oh wow, look! S: Sky lanterns, how pretty! M: Oh! M: I guess we're not the only ones celebrating the eclipse around here then, huh? M: Haha... D: We're not celebrating the eclipse okay, we're not cultists. D: I mean I'm not at least. D: Michael. M: Wh! D: I just wanna see it happen, it's on my bucket list you know. S: I wonder what the lanterns are really for...? M: Well, I do have a neighbor or two who are a little more on the moony side... M: Maybe that's them? M: What is it about an eclipse that's so special for some people, I wonder? S: It's like, symbolic, right? S: Like the moon represents a god, or... V: Ah, I know this! V: It is not the moon that represents a god, it is the essence they bring. M: Oh? V: Yeah. D: Oh boy, here we go... V: So basically, the reapers of the moon, the "cultists," they believe that this eclipse will um, awaken their god. V: And that god is just like, just a person right now, and nobody knows who it is, but it's someone out there. V: When this eclipse happens, it is supposed to awaken them. V: That person will be ascended to godhood, or so they believe. V: And then that god will release an uncontrollable wave of darkness across Theia.

D: Yeah so, evil cult shit. V: No, not evil. D: DARKNESS Vilmr. D: Darkness is always the bad side. V: Debbie, maybe it is you who needs to open your mind. D: Oh, what next, are you gonna tell me Varth Dader was a good guy? M: Is it like, the darkness would make us appreciate the light better, or something? M: I'm struggling to understand how that'd be a thing to... celebrate. V: Well according to the reapers, once the darkness sets in, their counter-god of light will also awaken. V: Then that god will release a wave of light around the world. V: And then the world will be in perfect harmony. V: So I think the eclipse is supposed to represent like, the wave of darkness. V: And then after it's done, it gets light again, and that represents the balancing out? V: Maja could probably explain this better than me. S: Wow, that's actually pretty beautiful to think about :o V: Ja, sure. V: But most believers end up drugging themselves to death somewhere down the line. V: Something about their souls becoming part of their god's essence. S: oh M: Jeez, that's intense. V: Yeah, there's a lot more nuance to it but I don't know all the details. M: Wow. M: Uh. M: ...Maja isn't thinking of-- V: Nej nej nej, she's different. V: She sees this all in a different way. V: Though it is hard to not worry about what might happen around the world, as a result of their beliefs...🔆 D: Hey uh sorry not sorry to interrupt this super duper interesting talk but, D: Are you guys seeing the stream?

D: It's getting so freaking close. S: OvO M: Fifteen more minutes until it starts! S: I'd love to be there in person, that looks so pretty. M: Well we should mark down the date five years from now to see the next one then. V: And hope that it is not happening above forbidden land. M: Oh yeah, that too, haha.

🔆

[theelliottsmiths]

Could you please liveblog The Making of Rosenrot and Mein Herz Brennt.

Okay I'm gonna do Rosenrot here and then make a separate one for MHB, scheduled so nobody gets a massive wall of text I uh. Assume you pop around to check if I've answered stuff occasionally and this isn't a two ships passing in the night deal. I might schedule this one for like midday tomorrow to increase specifically your chance of seeing it as it's 00:27 BST here currently.

I have probably already done one but here's the thing, it's my favourite making of and it's been a while.

Right at the beginning chess piece Richard lurking in the sunrise smoking. Very cute, still despise the hat. Nodding roughly in time? Fun, though I'm curious as to what he was actually nodding for. To look cool? It didn't work

Oli suits the lurking in a habit thing

Paul looks so so sleepy and it's kind of adorable.

I lose it a little every time he says 'shave off my sideburns I don't know if monks have sideburns' as if he doesn't have earrings. I think he just likes it, it seems like it was the fashion to shave the sideburns and a little extra in the DDR alt scene?

Hnnnn the little noises he makes when he's getting the hood put on my HEART

On the hill just before they're shooting it sounds like Zoran is backwards somehow

Like usual, only some of the boys are allowed to look good. Schneider and Till? Beautiful. Flake and Richard. Very silly. Oli and Paul are fine.

Flakes little beanie. Tills little grin. Richard looking deeply uncomfortable. Suspicious, even. Oli masterfully blending into the background

Schneider is somehow actually more suspicious even than Richard. He has a very suspicious face in general when he's Present.

Nobody can resist fuzzy Till when he says But I wanna make friends too :( Even melted Zorans heart

I want. To rub his soft and fuzzy little head. It's so spherical.

There's something about them seating Till and Paul so they look the same size that I just really enjoy

Richard: shouldnt we have knives??

Zoran: no, you're monks! He does.

Richard: we don't kill him? :/

Paul: we burn him...

Richard, in an intrigued and distinctly positive voice: we burn him?

Flake is smiling at him it's so sweet I love to be reminded that they all love each other

I like the way Richard says 'like the inquisition?'. No real reason, just sounds nice.

Is 'in prinzip'(?) A common phrase in general or is it a Zoran thing? He says it a lot.

I'm only five minutes in this is going to be so long mobile tumblr doesn't let me add an under the cut I'm so sorry

When he talks to other Germans Paul's accent is so detectable. I adore it, it's like the bubble writing teenaged girls use on posters.

The chainsaw. I always forget the chainsaw. Paul being Paul, it's the most fitting choice. Chaos gremlin.

SCHNEIDER AND THE PUPPY

Richard looming over the children in the seesaw like the grim reaper waiting for one to fall off and crack their head on something hard

Olis sleeve wine is genuinely the funniest thing any of them have ever done. He has a penchant for doing robot movements and it's gotten to a point where I wonder if he's an android. A factory runaway because he was slightly faulty and about to be switched off. He ended up staying with Richard and Schneider because Richard understood and schneider didn't notice.

'dont bother asking me any questions, enough questions have already been asked' he says in his little beanie. Owns my heart. If the film thing is remotely true I want to know what Richard thinks, being so into films himself. He's smirking a tiny bit

God, he looks uncomfortable about the kiss.

Hey so anyway what is that guy doing behind him? Cleaning? Because he's using a paintbrush to do it and now I'm questioning whether most of the whipping was real...

I mean, later on you can physically see a welt forming in Paul's shoulder and they're all clearly in a bit of pain but that doesn't mean it's all real... Unless he's, like, painting on some ointment?

I adore this whole chunk of till practicing the murder scene, he's so... Disarming. Like hi yes I'm large and have a knife but you see, I'm actually small and silly look at my fuzzy head I'm v v approachable see my goofy pointy tooth smile? And my high voice and nice accent

Why is Zoran dressed as a monk too

You go here, and i—oop—make like this and then I get the knife and *stab sound*. I hit two, three times

Have you ever really payed attention to the way he makes his T sounds? It makes sense that it's different to the standard because teeth but this

Schneider looks so much like a plague doctor... Kinda into that.

I don't like that Zoran doesn't use Cătălinas name

Richards hair refuses to lie flat. The smoke floating up and then clicking into a straight line always catches my attention

Flake avoiding eye contact is, as the kids say, a major mood. Did he not understand Zoran or was he ignoring him til Oli got his attention? Was he already going deaf in one ear by that point? He looks like, and I mean this in the most loving way, a Muppet when he's looking directly at her. I think it was purposeful

Till giggling when Zoran tickles him with the rose. I do not understand why he says their relationship is ambiguous when they're... in bed together.

Hhhhhh god till looks so good in the flagellation lesson though. Soft sweet chumby boy. I like how visible his scar is.

Paul is always so into the violence and chaos isn't he? I like that he's singing the song but specifically it's the guitars, not the melody. And then theres Flake, the amateur masochist. The sudden camera eye contact always gets me.

A thing I really love about the whole self flagellation thing is that Paul is right there with till the entire time. He hurts himself almost as much as till does, he's there assisting when till is experimenting (sidenote...he does look good though huh), he's across the way where they can see each other in the circle (Richard is directly across which, I don't know, I feel like it's intentional). It seems like he's supporting him. Also that he's just a chaos gremlin and likes to be where the action is.

I've gone into so much detail about their whipping styles in the past

Schneider must be really relieved they didn't really use any of the clips during the whipping where he looks like a sock. He does not look mean he looks like a sock puppet with no hand I'm sorry but it's true

I do like the way Schneider and Paul talk about it though. They got a lot from the experience, it seems. I'd like to hear their thoughts on it now.

'Till, don't defend yourself!' ...the wriggling is cute

Flake and Richard having a little smile :) but Oli and Schneider, deadly serious.

Richard and Till... Should wrestle. Between this and Haifisch it's clear it'd be beneficial. Mein Teil does not count, it should be one on one.

I wish I knew what Till says as he gets up, I'm assuming hes joking about Richard beating him up?

Richard and paul are so careful beating him up. Paul especially is very careful to just softly jostle him. Also, the softest ear pinch

Oli: grinning, happy with their work

Paul: looking serious, not enjoying it at all

Richard: 😬, not remotely a fan, experiencing physical pain just seeing it

Oli heads off Paul's complaints perfectly, it's so practiced. He must have to do it regularly, Paul complains just for the fun of it.

-17° and he has Till topless on his back. Unnecessary. Its so cold the screen doesn't work.

I like to think they tried to drag him not-on his back

I just... I really Like Rosenrot and the making of.

[starcountesseevee]

A Rocket Coincidence (Part 19)

Part 18 / Part 20

     Tuesday morning was chilly with the forecast calling for it to get warmer as the day progressed, although Kali wasn’t so sure about that when she saw the thin layer of frost on the cars and grass outside. After breakfast she bundled in a sweater with a moto jacket overtop, scarf, and fingerless gloves and hoped it would be enough. Since she was unsure of what Cole would want to spar with she tucked all her pokemon into her backpack before slinging it over her shoulder and heading downstairs to wait while she finished her coffee.

     Right before ten she spotted the pair walking up and pushed open the front door to wave a greeting, smiling at Delilah who was wearing the Eevee hat from her costume while clutching a small Eevee plushie to her chest. 

     “Hey.” Cole smiled warmly as Dee glanced around expectantly, looking slightly disappointed when she didn’t spot any of Kali’s Eevees. 

     “Hi, I thought Delilah was coming?” Kali tried to keep a straight face as Cole tilted his head to the side in question but before he could say anything Dee piped up.

     “I’m right here!” 

     “Oh my goodness, is that Delilah? I thought that was an Eevee!” Delilah burst into laughter before hopping around and making Eevee sounds, or what she thought were anyway.  

     “She’s really been looking forward to playing with Ember again.” Cole smiled as they started down the street. Delilah had switched to singing out ‘e-e-v-e-e, e-e-v-e-e’ as she skipped ahead of them. 

     “She’s cute.” Kali replied, unsure of what else to say, as she motioned for them to turn a corner.  

     “So, any reason you chose to have an Eeveelution team?” Cole asked, trying to make conversation as they walked. 

     “Oh it’s um…” Kali hesitated. “It’s something I learned from my mom. She thought they were often overlooked. She would always say ‘size doesn’t matter when it comes to a battle’ and that ‘it’s better to have well trained pokemon than a large one that doesn’t trust you’.” 

     “Well, she’s not wrong! Is she a trainer, too?”

     “Yeah, well she was. She passed away a few years ago.”

     “I’m sorry to hear that.”

     “Thanks. Anyway, we’re here!” Hyacinth Park sprawled before them taking up the entirety of the next block. Most of the park was a large field dotted with trees and an asphalt track running the perimeter. A small playground sat near the front with a fenced in basketball court beside it and off to the far side were three pokemon battle courts which is where the trio headed. It was usually packed on weekends but on this chilly Tuesday morning there was hardly anyone around. Kali and Cole set up in the first court and Kali took Ember out, much to Delilah’s delight. Ember seemed happy enough to have the attention and the two settled onto the sidelines while Kali went back to stand awkwardly across from Cole, it had been a while since she had trained with another person.

     "So I've been working on speed with my Zweilous," Cole offered. "Do you mind running through some attacks so I can practice evasion with it?" 

     "Sure!" Kali reached for her Jolteon, Thalia, since his dark type Zweilous would be resistant to any shock damage that it took. Cole released his Zweilous, a two-headed quadruped with a blue body and black fur that ran from the base of its two necks up to cover both its faces. As soon as it was on the court the two heads began snapping at each other. 

     “Zwei, focus!” Cole shouted and the two heads immediately snapped forward and away from each other almost as if they were trying to put as much distance between themselves as they could.

     “Ready?” Kali questioned, trying to hide her amusement. 

     “Yeah, we’re working on that too.” Cole grinned. “It’s a more recent evolve and the whole two heads thing is new.”

     “That’s fair.”

     “Ready when you are!” 

     Kali started off with Thunder Shock, a quick move that her Jolteon could execute rapidly; Thalia’s fur bristled and crackled with energy before it released a jolt of electrical energy at the Zweilous. Cole called for it to dodge which it obeyed but not fast enough and Thalia’s attack singed a small patch of fur on its flank. Her Jolteon was already charged up for another attack and Kali had it go again, focusing the attacks on whichever side the Zweilous dodged to forcing it to hop back and forth to evade. Eventually it got into a rhythm and would hop to the opposite side before Kali called for an attack.

     "Good job Zwei!" Cole called and Kali took advantage of the interruption by having Thalia attack again, this time on the same side his Zweilous had preemptively dodged to. Cole saw what was happening and was quick to react. "Zwei, dodge backwards!" While Cole may have reacted quickly his Zweilous did not and wound up taking the jolt of electricity to the center of its chest as it scrambled backwards. Kali relented, calling for Thalia to come back to her side as the two heads of Zweilous began attacking each other again. Cole rolled his eyes and intervened, eventually recalling it to its pokeball.

     “I think that went well for a first time.” Cole approached Kali from across the court. “Anything you want to take a run with?”

     “You know what, there is.” Kali returned Thalia and reached for Aslan’s pokeball. “It’s actually not an Eeveelution.” Cole's brows raised in surprise as the large Arcanine appeared on the court. 

     “That is one big Arcanine.” 

     “Yeah, I’ve been training him with my Eeveelutions but if you have anything more his size…?”

     "I have a Tyranitar?" Cole offered as he reached for a pokeball.

     "Perfect." Kali ruffled the fur around Aslan’s neck as Cole walked back to the other side of the field and the two large creatures faced one another. She gave Cole a thumbs up to let him know she was ready. 

     "Tyranitar, Smack Down!" The large green pokemon raised both arms in front of it and let out a roar as its arms began glowing white, moments later several chunks of rock hurtled towards Aslan. 

     "Aslan, use Snarl! Target the rocks!" The Arcanine obeyed and crouched down, a low rumble staring in its chest. When he opened his mouth dark purple balls of energy shot out and intercepted the incoming rocks, smashing them to bits that went flying harmlessly past Aslan. However while he had been busy with the rocks the Tyranitar had advanced and was charging straight at him. 

     "Iron tail!" Cole called and the Tyranitar leapt into the air, its tail glowing white. As it descended it twisted to the side so its tail was coming straight down at Aslan. 

     “Dodge!” Kali called but Aslan, however, seemed to have a different idea and stayed put. Throwing his head back he released a large jet of fire at the descending Tyranitar, knocking it off balance as it came crashing down into the court next to him. The Arcanine swiftly turned to face it again. Kali wasn’t thrilled he hadn’t listened to her but rolled with it for now. “Fire Fang!” This time Aslan obeyed and pounced at its opponent, its jaws glowing with flames as its open mouth came down on the Tyranitar's neck.

     “Use Iron Tail to knock it off!” Cole called as the green creature tried shaking Aslan’s grip. Kali could see the Tyranitar’s tail begin glowing white again and called for Aslan to release it and dodge but he didn’t listen and kept his grip. With a strong yank the Tyranitar freed itself and twisted quickly, bringing its tail into Aslan’s midsection with a strong blow that sent the Arcanine skidding backwards several feet. 

     Kali held up her hand to pause the training and approached Aslan as he got to his feet. "Hey, you okay?" She asked, burying her hand in the fur at his neck. He glanced at her for a moment before turning his focus back to the Tyranitar with what appeared to be a look of appreciation and excitement. “I know you’re probably enjoying sparring with something your own size for once.” Kali laughed as his tail started wagging. “But you have to pay attention to what I’m telling you.” At this Aslan looked down at her, tilting his head to the side curiously. “I can see more of what's happening than you can, you gotta trust me, okay?”  He regarded her silently for another moment before butting his head into her with a soft boof. She ruffled the fur at his neck once more before backing up.

     "Everything good?" Cole called from across the field as Aslan squared off against the Tyranitar again.

     "Yeah, I think he just got a little excited that it's something his own size. One more go? Wouldn't want to disappoint our fans." Kali chuckled, nodding her head to the side of the court where a few spectators had gathered. It must be quite a sight, the two large pokemon battling each other. 

     "Alright, let's go." Cole smirked. After another hour they called it quits. Dee was sad to see Ember get put away but excited at the promise of seeing her again. 

     "So same time next week?" Cole asked as they headed off the court. 

     "Sure! Tuesdays are good for me." 

     "Cool, cool. But if it's not," He reached into his bag and pulled out a business card and handed it to her. "Shoot me a text."

     “ColeTech Solutions.” Kali read off the front of the card. 

     “Yeah, it’s kind of lame I know.” Cole laughed awkwardly. “I do freelance programming in my spare time. Keeps the bills paid and I can do it from wherever so I can help out with this kiddo when I’m needed.” 

     “That’s awesome! I guess I know who to go to if I need tech help!.” Kali joked before tucking the card away. “So I’ll see you next week then.”

     "Sounds like a plan."

Part 18 / Part 20

[saint-patrice]

“Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD” 

here are some more of my favourite marchy pics, complete with my bizarre personal commentary, for anon! the 34 bergy pics can be found here also!

Note: a few people have said they like these posts, so i’m up for taking people’s requests if there’s a particular player they’d like to see! inbox is always open (and anon is on) so just drop me your request and i’ll get working on it :)

okay so this is some absolutely premium cute marchy!! the smile that manages to be completely self-confident yet in no way cocky? the polite little wave as he surveys his audience who, if i recall correctly, were booing him heavily?? oh i do love you mr rat. marchy is fantastic and i have so much respect for the way he deals with his reputation across the league and the excessive amount of shit he gets.he knows what people think of him yet doesn’t seem to let it get to him. i have so much love for him.

KATRINA IS LEGENDARY. before moving on to the part of the image that gave me whiplash when i first saw it, we’re back to talking about brad’s smile. i think i said it in my last post but he really is one of those people who smiles with their whole face - even if you just saw his eyes in this photo you can immediately tell that he’s got that little grin on his face and that’s adorable tbh. now onto the d*lf mug (censored bc i fear the dodgy underground porn blogs these days)… i don’t even know where to start. i feel like he very proudly bought it for himself. and it’s like the only mug he ever wants to drink out of. just my take. i also think the longer hair really suits marchy ngl

ahhh the boys and their dirtbag christmas suits 💛 highlights of this image are the suit jacket that is definitely just one size too small for this absolute man rocket, and the pants with “FRAGILE” plastered all over them - very relatable if not at all festive.

gay rights are stored in the rat!!! i’m glad marchy has been pretty open about his support of LGBT stuff, particularly within hockey. also i feel like some of the stuff he’s said in interviews or social media (esp re: lickgate) manages, even if not intentionally, to be quite diminutive towards implicit homophobia or ‘toxic masculinity’ within hockey. okay maybe that that was poorly expressed but basically he just doesn’t give a shit and appears very open and accepting and i think that’s super nice. this picture also makes for a good reaction image when someone says something dumb

short kings love.jpeg !! a wonderful example of the love that brad shows his teammates on a regular basis, despite his constant chirping. i have no real opinions on torey krug (no h8, i just don’t think i’ve seen that much of him off ice so idk) but him and marchy are quite the duo tbh, i live for their back and forths on twitter - more on that later - and they seem to love each other an awful lot, it’s v cute :^)

that’s my pest™. honestly i think lickgate is one of the best scandals in recent hockey history. when looking for a good image of this is saw an article where some dipshit reporter was outraged about it and was like “how would you feel if someone just came up and liked you?” i mean what if someone just came up and started punching you or hip-checked you into the wall????? hockey is a nasty game a lot of the time, and instead of giving people concussions or broken bones (not that he hasn’t in the past ik…) marchy managed to make opposing teams just as angry, if not moreso, just by licking players. i think it’s fucking hilarious. and most of them took it well in hindsight anyway - i think it was komarov who said he kinda liked it lmaoooooo. peak bradley kevin antics if you  ask me

every pic from the china trip has such a special place in my heart. this is just an all-round adorable photo and brad is looking gorgeous in the sunlight and his backwards cap

brad waving the towel in surrender is just about the funniest thing i’ve ever seen someone do in the penalty box… i can’t believe they gave him a 10 minute misconduct for it, something i think they’d wouldn’t have done if it had have been someone else. at least someone in this league has a goddamn sense of humour. the penalty minutes stat in the corner just makes this even better

brad, once again, showing us how we should deal with people talking shit about us - just get on board with it. i love how much he’s just embraced his massive nose and his height and his general reputation. idk if it’s really deliberate but i think it’s such a good message to send, and it makes for some pretty funny stuff too.

brad single-handedly keeps nhl refs in a job. in my bruins drinking game™ you have to take a shot every time the ref has to physically restrain marchy (2 if it’s because he was going to get revenge or fend for bergy) and you could get fucked off that alone during some games. it was nice to see him not actually get suspended this year, but i will always love that he’s such a physical player and quite the pest on the ice :))

me: *slaps helmet of brad marchand* this bad boy can fit so much personality.

really though, can you believe he’s managed to squeeze more charisma into only 5 feet and 9 inches than 85% of the league combined… very cute picture, and always lovely to see him by bergy’s side on the ice where he belongs

oh my goddddddd how fucking cute is this though!!!! the hat! the dad energy those jeans and the boots give off!!! his face!! his little daughter!!!!! i can’t take it, my heart is going to burst.

(gif via @kureally) this is also just so cute, i need a minute. brad has some very powerful eyebrows and this gif displays them wonderfully. this section of behind the b was also pretty sweet all round, and i agree with pasta that the hair is looking pretty first class

(gif via @murlin09) i am not like into marchy (no tea no shade if u are though), but this gif… whew. i’ll let you come to your own conclusions on this one, gang

i was not lying when i said more on the brad-torey social media antics earlier. there are some truly iconic chirps (the zamboni one is lethal), but this self-roast just kills me every time. i never once thought i’d read a tweet from the official brad marchand twitter account that opened with “hey shorty” but here we are. “my nose wouldn’t fit” i astral projected the first time i read that. and if you’re wondering what torey said to prompt this, it was simply “hey marchy”. it doesn’t take much for brad to light on you, huh? we better watch our backs

definitely a favourite marcheron pic right here - the pucks and paddles (i still think that’s a questionable name but maybe that’s a me issue) content is always top notch. if you can find the video, it’s even better, but this picture captures the general energy of the video perfectly. the only thing missing is that brad’s feet aren’t actually on the floor because the height difference is so pronounced that bergy has to lift him. beautiful

return of the cute brad smile!! a cute yet mischievous little grin, i can only assume he’s restraining himself from laughing at m*tthews fivehead (although who is he to talk with that schnozz. at least he rocks it tbf 👃🏻). not sure blue is really his colour but he’s going for it anyway. that’s my all star!

it’s been days since this photo first surfaced and i haven’t stopped palpitating. the cutest photo ever, they all look so happy and i love that!!! also how are their wives so beautiful….!? oh my every pixel of this image is just stunning

i know i included this in my last bergy list but if they can name new york twice i think i can put this on 2 lists, because lord knows it’s even more iconic. i feel like this is a good metaphor for brad marchand: getting up to no good, although still relatively harmless, all the while supported by the considerably more sensible, yet still entertaining, patrice bergeron. additionally, another excellent display of the oft-overlooked fact that this man is built like a motherfucking tank. holy shit

i wish i could see these boys in suits without my brain immediately trying to think of some sort of au. anyway, i really like this look on brad (unpopular opinion - i love his loud checkered suits as a concept but i don’t think they look good). although he has dark hair, strong eyebrows, and dark facial hai, the all black actually looks really good on him. coffee in hand really adding to the look too - well done, brad “fashionista” marchand.

ahhhhh i love nothing more than family man marchy 💛 his daughter is adorable - those tiny jerseys kill me - and i love that his son is wearing the all-star jersey omg how cute (he is definitely going to end up taller than brad lmao)

sometimes i forget that brad is short and then i see photos like this (brandon is 6′5 for reference)…amazing. i relate to the lady on the left on a spiritual level. brad’s face is a mood and a half. his feet are half a foot of the ice at least. i adore this photo.

(gif via @brandoncarlo) absolutely one of my fav things about watching bruins games is how brad and patrice will always find each other during a celly - nothing beats the 100 hug. this is also just a very satisfying skating gif that i love.

last but very very very far from least is this. there is literally no need for me to make any comment on this so i’m just going to leave it and go. bradley kevin marchand you are iconic and ily

ayyy this was super fun to do, thank you for requesting it anon, i hope you like!! again, i’m absolutely up for taking requests for more of these lists so hmu if you have ideas :) 

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from the drabble list: 128 and/or 105 :) i prefer e but ur a gray girl so it's up to you!!! i love all your writing!!!!!

hiii baby patient anon! thank you for waiting for this fic :))) tbt to when I was a grayson girl…ahh memories to when I felt safe!! but now I’m v much in ethan’s lane and it’s quite fun down here, anywho.

thank you so much for sending in this drabble which is actually not really a drabble and it kind of evolved into a longer fic? anyway, i love you so much, babe, and hope you’re having a great night/day wherever you are💙💙💙 it literally still blows my mind that people wanna see my take on certain ideas/prompts.

I am currently not accepting any drabble requests at this time.

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Prompt: 128, “Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.” & 105, “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

Word Count: 3.7k 

A/N: So this is a part two to this blurb that I posted a few weeks ago! Both of these blurbs will be integrated into a full length fic that I’m currently writing (and which is taking an extremely long time to write so bare with me). I hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think; love you all & I hope you’re having a good rest of your weekend :)))

ALSO, this blurb takes place in the same night as the last blurb. Additionally, the beginning of this blurb (the part written in italics) is the ending of the first blurb for a refresher/context. Sorry this author’s note is wicked long ahh.

“Guys, c’mon, let’s go! We’re gonna be tardy for the party–whoa.” Ethan’s mouth hung open at your appearance, he was truly stunned.

“That’s pretty much what I just said, bro! Doesn’t she look different?” Grayson said excitedly, his hands gesturing to you.

“Um, yeah she definitely looks different–so, you’re going out dressed like that?” Ethan asked flatly.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes narrowed at Ethan’s words, “you’re a real fucking asshole, you know that?” You pushed past Ethan and walked out the door, accidently slapping him in the chest with your purse as you walked by. You could feel your eyes well up in disapointment but you pushed the tears back, you did not spend all this time on your makeup just to have it ruined because Ethan was being a jerk.

Ethan stood there rooted to the ground, he did not mean to say that out loud.

“Way to go, genius. If you’re gonna act like a jealous douchebag, you at least need to let her know you like her first before you go off saying shit like that,” Grayson said shaking his head as he started walking out of the bathroom. “You’re gonna have to spend the rest of the night trying to make it up to her, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I fucked up,” Ethan mumbled as he followed his twin brother out of the bathroom, and walked towards the car.

You could feel your nerves kick into overdrive as you stood by the punch bowl of the house party with Grayson. Your senses were heightened; the combination of the mixed drink you were nursing, the rainbow strobe lights and the gaze of the cute boy across the room making you hyper-aware of your surroundings, your heart racing at all of the stimuli. 

 You and an incredibly attractive man, dressed as a boxer, had been eyeing each other from across the room for about a half an hour now, and you couldn’t tell if the butterflies in your stomach were ones of excitement or fear. Sure, you still had your crush on Ethan, and his words earlier definitely made you think twice, but he probably was A.) shocked that you were dressing like an actual girl for once, and B.) teasing you to get a rise out of you. You knew Ethan would never like you, you just weren’t his type; hell, you felt like you weren’t anyone’s type, but the way people were looking at you at this party most definitely had you feeling way more confident in your appearance …. or maybe that was just the vodka.

“Y/N, are you gonna talk to that guy over there or what?” Grayson asked. “You two have been staring at each other since we got here.” Your cheeks immediately burned with embarrassment.

“I have not been staring! I was … taking in the scenery,” you covered lamely, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. Grayson rolled his eyes; you were the worst with communicating with boys you liked, exhibit A being Ethan and exhibit B being right now.

“Mhm, sure whatever you say. I bet if I leave he’ll come over here.” Grayson’s eyebrows shot up mischievously, a wide grin decorating his mouth. Your stomach dropped; Grayson couldn’t leave, then you’d be alone.

“Wait, what? Stop, Gray, what if he actually comes over here!” You immediately turned away from the guy who had broken his gaze with you for probably the twentieth time that night, turning your back to face away from the crowd.

“Well, that’s kind of the point; he’d be a dumbass not to! C’mon, Y/N, you’re so pretty and funny; let yourself have some fun with a guy for once, alright? I’ll be right over there if it goes south and he needs a roundhouse kick to the throat,” Grayson said, putting a hand on your shoulder to reassure you.

You put a hand on his shoulder, mirroring his position, “You can’t leave me. I’m not mature enough for this … Or drunk enough, if I’m being honest.”

Suddenly Grayson stuck his arm out, pointing a finger into the sky, “Holy shit, Y/N, look at that!” Naturally, your body turned in alarm to see what Grayson was talking about. But sadly, by the time you turned around, Grayson had fled to the couch across the room. He flashed a thumbs up as you glared daggers at him for pulling such an idiotic trick. 

When you turned around, you were met with two crystal blue eyes and messy, sandy blonde hair; the boy from across the room finally worked up the nerve to greet you after almost an hour of stolen glances.

“Hey, nice robe,” Mystery Man commented, his head nodding towards the black silky fabric that adorned your body. You could feel yourself blush as you looked down at your outfit and then stole a peek at his own; his robe matching yours almost exactly.

“Wow, thanks, seems like that is a trend tonight, huh?” You internally cringed; you definitely sounded like you were trying too hard to be cute and flirty.

But, in spite of your self doubt, the boy smiled in response to your answer, “I guess so. I’m Evan,” the boy stuck his larger hand out,  engulfing your tiny one in a handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Evan, I’m Y/N,” you replied, a small smile gracing your face as you felt yourself relax a little more. You turned around for a brief moment to scoop some more punch out of the bowl and into your cup, praying that a little liquid courage would help you survive and (possibly thrive) within this conversation.

As Ethan jogged down the stairs, the colorful lights blinded him for a brief moment, blurring his vision. He couldn’t deny the fact that he was feeling good tonight; he had just won a game of pong upstairs and in spite of the many inquiries on his costume, once he had explained it most people got a kick out of it, claiming it was original when it was mainly laziness that created his get-up.

Before Ethan reached the bottom of the stairs, he did a quick scan for both you and Grayson. After a few moments he spotted Grayson sitting on the couch, his firefighter hat in his grip as he chatted casually to James.

“Hey, guys, what’s up?” Ethan greeted, plopping down on the couch besides James whose eyes practically bugged out of his head in surprise.

“Jesus, Ethan, you scared me.”

“No shit; it’s spooky season, sister,” Ethan replied, wiggling his fingers for dramatic effect. James rolled his eyes, “The only thing spooky here is your costume, what are you supposed to be again?”

“A douchebag!” Ethan’s hands indicated to his outfit proudly; his shirtless body was complimented by the fake gold chains that draped over his chest. In addition to the chains Ethan’s outfit was accessorized with a backwards black snapback and matching sunglasses and his legs clad with black joggers to complete the look.

James busted out laughing, “Only you would dress up as a douchebag for Halloween.”

Ethan smirked, “I know, it’s original huh?”

“Original? More like sister stupid. Aren’t you supposed to dress up as something other than yourself for Halloween?” James said through a laugh, slapping his knee at his own joke. As Ethan’s eyes narrowed, Grayson’s boisterous laugh rang out; he loved when James roasted Ethan.

“I fucking hate you guys.” James and Grayson’s laughs continued, eventually settling down as James got up.

“As fun as this has been, I see Luke Wilde looking very nice over there and he slid into my DMs a few weeks ago, so.” Ethan and Grayson nodded, watching James bound towards the tall, dark and handsome man in the corner.

Ethan sighed happily, leaning back into the couch, both of his arms splaying behind him. “So, man, you having a good time?”

“Yeah, I just got done dancing a bit ago and I’m taking a break, I finally got Ali’s number, though,” Grayson remarked, smirking. Ethan put his fist out to which Grayson bumped; Grayson had been trying to hang out with one of James’s editors, Ali, for months now, but just hadn’t developed the courage to ask.

“Nice, man! It’s about damn time.”

“Oh shut the fuck up, bro, we all know how much of a pussy you are about talking to girls,” Grayson shot back. Ethan crossed his arms, “I am not! Hey, I almost forgot, where’s Y/N?”

Grayson raised his eyebrows at his brother, his teeth coming together in slight fear. Ethan was about to be salty at the sight before him.

Grayson pointed across the room and Ethan’s gaze followed, his heart falling into his stomach at scene in front of him. You were leaning against the wall, holding a solo cup, smiling a huge, beautiful smile as you looked up at the guy in front of you. The guy you were talking with had a hand against the wall as he leaned over you, a solo cup in his own hand, and a smirk smeared across his lips in contrast to your innocent grin. Ethan was livid.

“What the fuck?” Ethan muttered, his eyes bulging out of his hand, and his hand crushing his cup. Ethan barely felt the cool liquid seep into the fabric of his joggers as he took off his sunglasses, stuffing them into his pockets in an attempt to make sure that his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

“Who the hell is that guy?” Ethan didn’t even look at Grayson as he asked the question, too afraid that if he turned away that you would either disappear from view, or worse, start kissing the dude.

Grayson shrugged, “I don’t know, to be honest. When we got here Y/N and I were talking over there together and that dude kept eyeing her, so I left and they’ve been talking ever since.”

Ethan’s head turned towards Grayson so fast he almost got whiplash, “You what? ” He hissed.

“I left them to talk together! Christ, Ethan, if you like her you have to tell her, you can’t just stare at her and pray to God she’s a mind-reader.”

“You can’t just leave her alone with that stranger! He could be a serial killer for all we know, Grayson.”

Grayson rolled his eyes so hard you could only see the whites of his eyes for a moment. “He is not a serial killer, stop being so dramatic.”

“Well, how would you know? Did you interview him before you left her with him?” Ethan’ cocked an eyebrow, his lips pursed together.

“I am not gonna interview every fuckin’ guy she talks to, Ethan, she’s a big girl she can handle herself.”

“Yeah, well, he’s looking at her like a piece of meat, Gray, just look at the guy!” Ethan’s hand flew out, gesturing wildly to the two of you. The boxer’s eyes were hooded as he talked to you, the alcohol most likely flowing through his veins, while you now stood with your hands clasped neatly in front of you as you told a story animatedly, your expression bright as you recounted your tale.

“Ethan, at least the dude is talking to her, if anything you’re the one looking at her like a piece of meat,” Grayson sassed, the reality of the situation still not reaching his brother.

“E, if you like her so much, just tell her already, bro. It’s so painfully obvious you have feelings, and I bet she feels the–.”

“I’m going over there, he’s definitely a serial killer,” Ethan interrupted, popping up from the couch and storming across the room, leaving his younger brother in the dust.

“Same way.” Grayson finished, sighing as he watched Ethan walk across the room towards you, anger pumping through Ethan’s body.

“Yeah! So I’m sprinting through campus holding all these books, I lost a shoe somewhere along the way and then–.”

Suddenly, Evan was pushed to the side as a strong body knocked into him; Evan’s drink falling to the floor, the thankfully basically empty cup clattering to the hardwood in all its plastic glory.

“Yo, what the hell man?” Evan whipped around, prepared to square up to the man who knocked into him, when he was met with someone a few inches taller than him and a few inches wider, causing him to shrink back.

“Sorry, bro, didn’t see you there. You okay, Y/N?” Ethan’s jaw was clenched tight as he gave you a tight smile. He was clearly irritated.

“Yeah, I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You huffed, your arms crossing in annoyance. At your movement, Evan’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to your chest, as your arms perked up your breasts through the top of your robe. Ethan gave Evan side eye, his eyes narrowing as he noticed where Evan’s eyes had traveled. Ethan immediately punched Evan in the shoulder, Evan’s eyes widening in surprise and then narrowing in anger.

“Keep your eyes on her face, asshole,” Ethan commanded, his fists clenching in rage. Evan’s eyes lit up in anger, who the fuck did this guy think he was?

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me, man,” Evan snarled, pushing Ethan away from him aggressively. “You know this clown?” Evan pointed at Ethan. Your eyebrows shot up quickly, your voice suddenly caught at your throat; you hated confrontation.

���Uh–yeah, um, Evan, this is Ethan, Ethan this is–.”

“An asshole,” Ethan deadpanned, crossing his arms over his chest. Your mouth flew open; you couldn’t believe how downright rude he was being. “Ethan!” You exclaimed.

“I’m the asshole? You’re kidding me, right? Let’s get out of here, baby, what do you say? Seems like this jerk doesn’t know how to control himself in front of a pretty girl.” Ethan could feel his skin heating up at Evan’s words; deep down Ethan knew he didn’t have a right to be acting this way, but he couldn’t help it, his heart always winning out over his head.

“I’m good, actually, I came with Ethan and his brother–.” Evan then grabbed your hand at your words, interrupting your rejection.

Your face dropped at Evan’s sudden act of possession; everything had been fine up until this point, why couldn’t things ever go normally for you? You looked down at his hand gripping your own, your fingers limp in his grasp.

“Let’s go, Y/N,” Evan said, trying to tug you away from Ethan. You stayed put, your eyes wide with fear; fear of the man holding you, and fearful of what Ethan was about to do.

Ethan couldn’t contain himself any longer; he ripped Evan’s hand off of you and pushed the blonde away, his back hitting the wall harshly as he gripped the collar of his robe tight in his fist.

“Don’t you fuckin’ touch her, do you understand me?” Ethan’s fist shook he was holding onto Evan so tight. He slammed Evan into the wall again for good measure, his back hitting into it so hard Evan had the wind knocked out of him. Grayson started to run over as he saw the situation escalate in front of him, pushing past people just as Evan was bent over coughing.

“Ethan, what the fuck?” Grayson stood behind his brother, prepared to back him up, but also frustrated that his brother couldn’t just express his emotions rationally.

Ethan turned around, ignoring Grayson completely, as he looked you up and down in worry.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“You’re such a dick, you know that?” You snapped, glaring at Ethan as you pushed past him, your eyes tearing up in anger. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, you chanted to yourself as you made your way out of the party.

Ethan’s mouth fell open in shock, your reaction confusing him. He thought you would’ve been happy that he stepped in, saving you from that massive douchebag.

“What’s her problem?!” Ethan put his hands on his hips in bewilderment.

“What’s her problem? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. You practically insulted her outfit before we even got here, and now you randomly come in and intervene when she’s talking to a guy? She’s not the one with a problem, it’s you, bro.”

“He was grabbing her, did you see–.”

“Yeah, I saw, but before that. You were acting like such an asshole before that even happened. You can’t act all protective if you don’t tell her how you feel.”

Ethan rolled his eyes in irritation, knowing that his brother was partially right, however, it still didn’t make him like what Grayson had to say. Ethan stalked off after you before Grayson could say anything else, leaving the younger twin standing alone under the smokey haze and rainbow lights.

“Y/N, wait,” Ethan called as he grabbed your wrist, his voice ringing out loudly in the silent and cold October air.

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting,” You snapped, ripping your wrist out of Ethan’s hand quickly. Ethan’s face fell at your actions and his heart hurt; he really hoped you wouldn’t be that upset.

“But why are we fighting? That guy was a total stranger, Y/N! He was grabbing you and looking down your robe and–.”

“And you were a stranger too at one point, E! And honestly, at least someone was appreciating my costume and not bitching at me saying shit like ‘you’re wearing that?’” Your voice dropped several octaves as you mimicked Ethan’s voice from earlier in the evening, your hands waving around wildly to emphasize your rage.

“Well excuse me for being a little concerned for how much skin you were showing! I mean, hell, the dude was practically having a conversation with your tits rather than your face.”

“How much skin I’m showing? You’re the one shirtless!” You admonished, your finger pushing against his chest.

Damn, she got me there, he thought to himself.

“And what are you supposed to be anyway?” Her head cocked to the side as she awaited his answer.

“A douchebag,” Ethan practically whispered, embarrassment consuming his voice.

“A what?” You asked again, not quite hearing his words.

“A douchebag,” Ethan said louder, his eyes looking at his sneakers in shame, now realizing that his costume fit his actions.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you cackled at the irony; Ethan dressing like a douchebag in an attempt to mock it, and then ending up being one throughout the night.

You pointed at him, “Aren’t you supposed to dress up as something different than yourself on Halloween?” Tears were streaming down your face at this point, the humor of this situation literally making you die of laughter.

“Okay, fuck off, James already said that,” Ethan chuckled.

After you calmed down a few seconds later, you and Ethan stood smiling at each other in a mutual understanding; at least he realized that he was being a dick.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I just didn’t know that guy and it pissed me off that Grayson left you alone with a total stranger. And then he was treating you like you were a–a– like a thing, and–.” You put your hand up, indicating that he stop. Your heart thumped at the possibility that Ethan could be jealous, but you knew that he was merely protecting you, only seeing you as a little sister.

“I get it, E. But you can’t just get all older brother on me whenever you feel like it … you’re not the boss of me.” Your heart stabbed with pain as you said those words, praying inside that Ethan would dispel them and say that you were more than a sister to him, that it hurt him seeing you with another guy.  

But Ethan didn’t.

Ethan’s heart sank at what you said; he fucking knew you’d never see him beyond the goofy brother role that he couldn’t seem to step out of no matter how hard he tried. “Um, yeah, well when some fucker grabs you forgive me for going a little psycho,” Ethan said flatly, taking his snapback off and readjusting it, needing to fiddle with something.

“Yeah, but before that, you were acting so–so upset. Why were you so upset that I was talking to that guy?”

“I told you he was a stranger,” Ethan looked off to the side, digging his shoe into the dirt.

“Yeah, but still–.” You started before a voice interrupted you.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out soon, is that cool?” Grayson yelled out from the porch, the music behind him thumping.

“I think I’m gonna stay a bit longer,” Ethan called back. “You wanna stay, or do you wanna go with Gray?” Ethan asked, his tone laced with hope that you’d wanna stay with him.

Grayson stood there patiently, waiting for your answer.

“I’m gonna stay with E and then we’ll uber back.” A wide grin spread across his face in victory; victory that he had a few hours of privacy with you without his brother’s judgemental eyes.

Grayson responded with a thumbs up as he slammed the door shut to the party, leaving you two alone yet again.

“So, wanna go dance? I might forgive you if you come dance with me!” Your eyebrows wiggled suggestively as you tugged your robe tightly around you as a breeze made its way through the air.

Ethan groaned, “Can’t we do something else in there? Here’s a tic-tac, will that make up for what a dick I was?” Ethan reached in his pocket, holding out the case of minty candy.

“Ethan Dolan, you can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.” You giggled, pushing his shoulder as you walked back towards the house. Ethan smirked and pushed you back lightly, putting his hand on the small of your back as you walked up the stairs.

As you two walked back into the party together, you and Ethan both couldn’t help but internally sigh; yet another night where both of your feelings were brought to the surface and pushed down yet again by each of your own cowardice.

[stayextrafrosty]

Friends Are Golden

Request: I don’t know if you’re doing requests but if you are can you do a Patrick Stump x female reader where the guys tease you two and it’s just really funny and cute like I don’t know you can take this any way you want really. Sorry if this request is weird

This is probably the least weird thing ever so don’t even worry about it! And I’m pretty much always open to requests! This is tttyg era because yea. I thought it was cute. This one ended up being very short and sweet. Hope you like it anyway!

Pairing: Patrick Stump x reader

Words: 1318

Warnings: cursing

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I hurried down the crowded streets towards the small theatre. Running late because of traffic. I told Patrick that I would be there for soundcheck. Damn. I always helped him relax before a show. He still wasn’t used to the whole idea of him being the singer.

A line had formed outside the doors. I looked up at the bulletin and smiled.

TONIGHT: FALL OUT BOY

These guys were going to make it big. I pushed through the crowds toward the back entrance. I banged on the door a few times and waited for someone to open it. It pushed open a minute later and there was Joe. I wonder where Dave was. He was usually the one doing this stuff.

“Hey, (Y/N). You’re late. Patrick’s been pacing so much there’s probably a hole in the ground.” He grinned at me as I pushed my way in.

“Yea, I’m sorry. Traffic was killer. Have you guys done soundcheck yet?” We walked down the hall and I could hear Pete and Patrick arguing before we even opened the door.

“We did soundcheck. As you can tell, it went well.” I listened through the door for a moment.

“Damnit Pete, I told you this was a bad idea. I’m not ready for a venue this big. How the fuck am I supposed to go out there if I can’t even remember the words?”

“Get over it, dude! So, your girlfriend was late. That doesn’t mean you can just freeze. She’s not the only one who supports you!” Patrick was silent for a moment.

“Screw you, man. You don’t need to bring her into this.” I glanced at joe and he rolled his eyes. They would all give Patrick trouble for wanting me there. It was usually all in good fun but this didn’t sound like that. I pulled the door open and they were standing almost toe to toe.

Pete looked relaxed, like he knew this argument was pointless. Patrick on the other hand was tightly wound. He kept clenching his fists, running his hands through his hair. Pete knew that once this was oven, Patrick would get out there and perform his heart out. He’d be great and then wonder why he was so nervous.

“Hey, stop arguing already. Patrick, come here,” I said. The guys turned toward me. A look of relief washed over Patrick’s face and Pete rolled his eyes. Patrick walked over to me and pecked my cheek. I grinned and pulled him out of the room. Pete called to us as we were leaving.

“Make it quick and don’t forget to use protection!” I heard Joe and Andy snicker before the door shut. We walked a short distance down the hall before Patrick pulled me into a hug. I rested my head on his shoulder and hugged him back.

“I’m sorry I was late Trick. Traffic was really bad.” He pulled back and brushed some hair away from my face.

“It’s alright. I just get so nervous when you’re not here. I just need to have someone there who will still love me even if I screw up.” He smiled sadly at me.

“I’m not the only one who loves you Trick. The whole band has your back. You’re amazing and every show you prove that. This one will be no different. Even if it is a bit bigger.” He flushed a bit, looking down. He was so cute sometimes.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him. I felt him smile as his arms wrapped around my waist. He pushed me back against the wall gently. I pulled his hat off to run my fingers through his hair. He pulled back with a goofy smile on his face.

“You are everything to me, (Y/N).” I flushed and put his hat on my head. He laughed at me and went to grab it. I dodged and walk backwards away from him, smiling.

“Hey, give that back.” He strolled toward me, not really trying to get it back.

“What? Can’t I wear it until showtime,” I asked, pouting? He rolled his eyes at me.

“You’re lucky you look so cute with my clothes,” he said, smirking. He took my hand and we walked back to the room. Patrick opened the door for me and I tried to contain my grin. I don’t think it worked.

“Well someone’s in a good mood,” Pete said, glancing up from his phone. “And when I said make it quick, I didn’t think it’d be that quick. Hope both of you got off,” he continued, laughing. I felt my face heat up. Pete liked to make jokes surrounding Patrick and I’s sexual adventures. Even though we haven’t slept together yet.

“Hey man, cut it out. We were just talking.” Patrick tossed an arm over my shoulders.

“Man, you guys have been dating for almost a year now and all you do is talk,” Joe poked.

“Clearly, she’s not gunna walk out on ya, Trick. Why not lose your V-card?” Not Andy too…

I felt Patrick tense. He was a bit sensitive about the subject. Not that we never discussed it or considered it, but it was never the right time.

“Hey, knock it off,” I said, wrapping and arm around his waist. “So, I wanted to wait for a bit, what’s the big deal?”

“Aw, does little ol’ Patrick want to wait until the time is perfect? That’s so sweet.” Pete sighed dramatically.

“Don’t get me wrong dude, you two are sweet but man are you whipped,” Joe chuckled. I looked up at Patrick who rolled his eyes.

“What do I care? She’s amazing. Better than anything you guys have brought home recently. At least she doesn’t steal all the good liquor.” I covered my mouth to stifle a laugh. Pete brought home a girl at one point and when they got up the next morning, she was gone and all of their alcohol was gone.

“Ok, that was one time!” Everyone laughed as I snuggled closer to Patrick. He was a good sport for almost always being the butt of a joke. Patrick turned to kiss my cheek.

“Have I mentioned how comical it is that you two are the same height?” Pete stood up and came to ruffle Patrick’s hair

“Oh, shut up you dick,” Patrick said with a smile. He punched Pete lightly on the side. I giggled watching them. There was a knock at the door and Dave poked his head in.

“Hey, it’s about time for you guys to go on. You ready? Let’s try to not get the cops called this time.” The guys all looked at each other and shrugged. Everyone walked out, chatting excitedly. Patrick pulled me back.

“I believe you have something of mine.” I tilted my head in confusion but then he tapped my head that had his hat.

“Oh fine,” I said, surrendering the item. He took it from me but before putting it back on, he pulled me close, lips soft on mine. I my hands wander up into his hair. I heard him sigh and I grinned. He loves it when I do that.

“You know, you make it really hard to leave,” he mumbled against my lips. I smiled and pulled away from him.

“Get on going then. You’re going to be amazing. Just like always. I’ll be cheering for you.” He smiled and set his hat back on his head.

“I’ll see you soon, (Y/N).” He kissed my head and hurried after the guys.

I took my seat on the side of the stage and watched them set up while Pete said hello to the crowd.

“Let’s bring this place to the fucking ground,” Pete yelled. And then they were off. I sang along on the sidelines. Watching them all have the time of their life. I looked at Patrick, smiling. Yep, always amazing.

[itsmomorin]

Opposites Attract

Opposites Attract

- Momo Focus

Word Count: 2631

*Halloween Special 2017

“I’m here, where are you guys?” You spoke into your phone, as you stood in front of a large mansion. People were dancing, singing, drinking, in their elaborate and spooky costumes. There were ghosts, skeletons, werewolves, and even the Hulk was present. Actually scratch that, multiple Hulks, each of a different shade of green. Heavy EDM was blasting from the inside, and it looked like there was a bonfire set up in the backyard. Great, my costume is going to smell like smoke, alcohol, and more smoke. Sigh, why did I even come? You thought to yourself. Despite the immense number of exquisite and detailed costumes, you felt fully confident in your own outfit. You spent two months in advance, acquiring materials, constructing different parts, comparing different versions, as you finally managed to complete your costume. You patted the sides of your pants, your dual pistols hung from a leather belt, and you reached backwards to feel the smooth grip of the wooden crossbow you had made over two weeks. You were dressed in a black trench coat, along with boots, biker gloves, and a black witch hunter hat to top it all off. You were the most badass vampire hunter, well, at least at this party.

“You made it! Yeah, so we decided to kind of split up, you know, try our luck at different places instead of sticking together. We wouldn’t want to drag each other down. Anyways, some of us are upstairs, I’m in the basement, I think the rest are either outside or in the backyard.” Your friend said with a slight slur.

“Isn’t outside and the backyard the same thing?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyways, don’t come bothering me, tonight's the night!”

“Ah yes, I almost forgot, all of you guys came to hook up with someone. Jeez, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere near you. Don’t want people to know we’re associated.” You jokingly attacked.

“Yeah, sure, we’ll see who’s laughing tomorrow morning!”

“Alright, take it easy, bud. I’ll see you in the morning.” You concluded, hanging up, and approached the front porch. A girl dressed as a black cat noticed you approaching and opened the front door for you. She smiled at you, and gave you a little meow. You thanked her and slightly shivered when she meowed at you. Welp, I’m here, might as well try to enjoy this a little bit. Let’s see if they have any food around here, I skipped dinner because my shift ended late today. You bypassed individuals who were already passed out, people who held a stranger’s hand and led them into some corner to make out, and people that were casually drinking water and sat with the other sober people. Finally, you made it into the kitchen, and there they were, stacks of pizza boxes and wings in the corner. Please let there be a few pieces left. Please. You flipped open at least half of the boxes and they were all empty or someone had bitten parts of a pizza off. Are you kidding me? Pleaseee. Upon opening the last box, you found three intact pieces of pizza. You quickly snatched them all up onto your plate and walked away. You grabbed an empty seat away from the drunk people and began to wolf down the pizza. Then you overheard two girls speaking.

“I can’t believe they ran out of food… I should’ve listened to you, I should’ve ate more at home…” One girl spoke.

“Are you really that hungry? We can go grab something quick right now if you want, or we can leave earlier and find something.” The other girl responded.

“No, no, it’s okay, I’ll live. Go have fun, maybe there’s some snacks lying around. Don’t worry about me.” The first girl said and pushed her friend towards another group of girls. The second girl nodded and joined up with her other friends. You stopped eating for a moment and peeked over to the first girl. Your jaw dropped. She’s absolutely stunning. Wow. She wore an elegant crimson dress and her hair was frizzled and let loose around her shoulders. Then she bared her fangs. Vampire huh? Heh, what a coincidence. You watched her for a few more minutes as she practically flipped open each drawer and cabinet twice. You stared down at your plate, where two perfect slices remained. Come on, (Y/N), you’re not that hungry. Surely you can spare a few slices for this poor girl. You finished your first piece, opened your phone’s camera and wiped any tomato sauce or oil off of your mouth and approached the girl. She had finally given up and sat on one of the stools near a counter top.

“Hey? Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice that you were looking through the kitchen for something. If you don’t mind, I have two slices left here.” You said as you sat on an adjacent stool. The girl looked at you with an awkward expression, smiled quickly and shook her head.

“I didn’t do anything to these pieces, I swear. My name is (Y/N). What’s yours?” You desperately tried to save the conversation. I totally come off as a druggie right now, “Didn’t do anything to these pieces”? Smooth, (Y/N), smooth… The girl gave you a warm but distant look as she still refused to say anything. You could tell that you had failed. Completely and utterly failed. You took your two pieces of sad looking pizza and walked away from her.

“Hey there… hic… I don’t believe we’ve met before…” A drunk man spoke from behind you.

“Where do you think you’re going, little lady? hic... Cute costume, very spooky…” Another joined in.

You turned around to see the same girl being cornered by two drunk dudes who were still carrying their drinks around. She looked worried and extremely uncomfortable. Then all of a sudden, one of the men touched her bare shoulder with his hand, and your body instinctively moved forward to open a gap between the two men and the girl. The girl hid behind you, as you confronted the two.

“Who are you exactlyyy… hic.” The first man spoke.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The second chimed in.

“I could be asking you two the same questions. What do you think you’re doing with… my girlfriend?” You began strongly but began to waver at the end.

“She’s… your… girlfriend?” They both said together. They looked towards each other and laughed out loud in a disgusting manner. Why, I gotta… you thought to yourself, and suddenly a wave of confidence washed over you, as you stood up straighter than normal and projected your voice loudly and clearly for a second time.

“Yeah, she is. So I’m only going to say this once. Piss off.” You spoke coldly. The two men blinked several times as if they didn’t understand English. They looked pissed off now, as they set down their drinks and cracked a few knuckles.

“Who do you think you are?” The second man spoke angrily.

“Who am I? Can’t you tell. I’m Van Fucking Helsing.” You said with even more emotion. The two men didn’t flinch a single bit. Here we go. Again. Wait a second.

“If it’s a fight you want, then you’ll get one. But since there’s two of you, I get an advantage. See this wooden crossbow? I made it myself, quite proud of it to be honest. If I wanted to, this could probably break a few bones before it breaks. But why would I do that, when I can just load it with this metal bolt.” You explained, placing a bolt that was coloured silver onto the crossbow and pulling it back with an audible click at the end.

“So then, who wants to help me try this thing first?” You said with a grin. The two men moved their eyes onto your finely crafted crossbow and then back to you. They slowly backed off, took their drink and went outside.

“Thank- Thank you.” The girl behind you said quietly as she bowed a little. You nodded and smiled at her. You knew that you had made a bad impression before so you were just about to leave the girl alone once again but she spoke again.

“Uhm, I was wondering, if you still had the two pieces of pizza left?” The girl said again.

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Here.” You eagerly responded and handed over your plate once again. The girl thanked you again and literally glowed as she received the pizza.

“Oh hold on, I think there’s a microwave around here somewhere. I just ate it without heating so I can heat it for you if you… want.” You said turning around only for a split second. When you turned back around, the girl had already ate half of the first slice. She paused as you watched her eat.

“I guess not, then.” You said with a chuckle. The girl laughed and choked since she was chewing. You sat back on the stool and hesitated before patting her back. She didn’t reject you.

“Sorry for my attitude from earlier. My friends told me to be careful of strangers. But you seem alright.” The girl apologized after swallowing her bite.

“No, I completely understand. I didn’t exactly make myself appear trustworthy.”

“I don’t know why I came, I’m a party person usually, but I don’t think I like this ‘kind’ of party that much.”

“I ask myself the same question. I came with my friends but they came a bit early and are probably hammered by now. So now here I am, making myself look like an antisocial person/druggie who creeps on sober girls.” You jokingly said. The girl had stopped eating and gave you a wide eyed look.

“It’s a joke… haha. I swear.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you.” The girl dropped her expression and giggled.

“Why are you here then? If you don’t enjoy these types of parties.” You asked.

“Well, I’m here to keep my friends in check. Especially that one. See that girl dressed as a red hot devil? She’s a handful.”

“I wish I could say the same, but my friends all want me as far away as possible.”

“They’re trying to hit on some girls?”

“How did you… yeah, they are. They don’t really have any good luck with girls, so I’m probably here until one of them throws up or gets into a fight.”

“You gonna pull out that crossbow again?” The girl teased.

“I’ll have you know, I really did make this crossbow myself. It took me two whole weeks.”

“Really? Let’s see, give it here.”

You obeyed and gave your crossbow over. The girl pretended to shoot you as she aimed at you with one eye.

“No true vampire hunter gives over their weapon so easily to a vampire.” She commented as she aimed.

“Yeah? Well, I didn’t think vampires were weak enough to get bullied by two drunks.” You reflected back at her.

“Fine, fine, fair enough.” The girl said after licking off the sauce off of her fingers. She returned your crossbow and stretched a little as she put down the empty plate.

“Do you want to move this conversation somewhere else? Things are a bit… chaotic here.” You suggested.

“Sure.” The girl replied warmly. The two of you were going to go downstairs but you heard yelling and the smashing of bottles, then the two of you tried upstairs, but all of the doors were locked and some very inappropriate noises echoed from within the rooms. The backyard and pool were filled with shirtless people. So it was the front porch for the two of you, no one was there, not a single soul. Luckily, you wore multiple layers underneath so you handed your trench coat and scarf to the girl since it was chilly outside.

“Oh!” The girl suddenly exclaimed right after the two of you sat on the steps.

“What is it?”

“I forgot to introduce myself… ahem. My name is Momo. Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” She announced and extended her hand.

“You remember my name?” You asked, astonished, and shook her hand.

“Of course I did. You weren’t that creepy. Good try.”

“Well, sorry, next time I’ll try harder. I’ll put an excessive amount of sugar onto the pizza.”

Momo giggled at your sense of humor. Even her laugh is beautiful. Who is this girl. The two of you ended up sitting out there for the entire night. No one came to bother the two of you, no one saw the two of you. It was like you two were in your own little world together. Even when everyone began to sleep, or were too drunk and passed out. Finally, the sky began to light up with hues of orange, red, and yellow streaks that peeked through the horizon.

“Is it really morning already?” You asked, still feeling as awake as when you showed up at the party.

“We talked for a long time huh? Funny how I don’t feel tired at all. Hm, I wonder if Sana is feeling any better.”

“Who’s Sana?”

“Oh, one of my dearest friends, she got sick right before this party so she opted to stay home by herself. I’ll see her soon, I’m sure she’s fine now.”

“Okay, I’m sure she’s feeling better by now. So did you enjoy 2017’s Halloween? It’s officially over now.” You said, standing up and stretching a little.

“It’s not over yet. The Sun’s not completely up. I’m a vampire remember? I’ll burn up in sunlight. Completely combust. Then it’s over.” Momo joked, pointing at the Sun that slowly creeped up from behind the hills. You smiled, and took your long trench coat off of Momo then you held it up high with your hands, creating a cover between the sunlight and Momo.

“If that was the case, I think I’d be the only vampire hunter to protect you. I’d hold up my coat like this, and create a shield for you. Because I don’t want you to disappear.” You said as you stared straight into Momo’s eyes. She stood up, and kissed you gently on your cheek.

“Thank you, (Y/N). You’re very sweet. Thank you for making my 2017 Halloween enjoyable.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I should go now, my friends are probably waiting for me at home. They left already and I had told them that I was in good hands. They’re probably getting worried by now.”

“Ahem, uh, yes, yes you should.”

Momo proceeded to walk away from you, but before you could fully let her just go, you spoke up again.

“Hey! Will I… see you again?” You asked, feeling extremely shy all of a sudden.

“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t.” Momo replied without turning her head, she waved to you and continued to walk away. I can’t believe I just let her go.

Brrt!

Your phone vibrated against you, you had forgotten that you had placed your phone in the inside pocket of your trenchcoat. You took it out and scrolled through the notifications.

“Where are you?!?”

“I need my wingman ASAP. Please.”

“I’ll buy you twenty hot wings next time we go out.”

“Fourty.”

“We’re all heading home now… no one got lucky. For the fourth year in a row. Sigh.”

“You coming with us or what?”

“Hello? (Y/N)?”

“Alright well we’re leaving so have fun with whatever you’re doing.”

You carefully read through your friends texts and laughed to yourself. You swiped all of the texts away. You suddenly paused when you came upon a text that was hidden among the rest from an unknown number. It read…

“Your favourite vampire.”

I know, I know, it’s been like two weeks since Halloween, are you serious right now? Well I am completely serious. Hahaha, I couldn’t help but write something for Halloween so please enjoy this scenario! If you’re interested in another Halloween themed scenario, I have one on my sideblog (Hamzzisana) and see if you can find some similarities between the two... 

- itsmomorin

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

With that, Trixie barked excitedly and took off running. The leash slipped from under your foot, throwing your balance off and tipping you backwards. You slammed against the concrete sidewalk underneath you, the metal chair digging into your back and the throbbing pain of cement banging against the back of your head radiated through your body. You stared up at the blue sky above you and all that came to mind was the meme of the dog wearing a bowler hat, in a room on fire, calmly saying ‘This is fine.’ You sighed and mumbled to yourself, as you rubbed the fast-growing bruise on the back of your skull. “This is fine.”

“Y/n? Holy shit, are you okay?”

You opened your eyes and squinted, just able to make out the male figure above you, blocking out the sun. A hand clasped yours and you felt another hand grasp the metal bar around the back of your chair. “Oh fuck.” You mumbled as you were hoisted back into position “Trixie?” You blinked and rubbed your head, your brow furrowed, looking around for your dog, but your vision was a little spotty.

“She’s right here. I’ve got her leash. Are you okay?”

You opened your eyes, finally focusing on the man crouching in front of you, with his hand on your knee. “Dylan?!”

Dylan smiled and leaned his head in a little. “Are you okay? You went down pretty hard.”

You held your hand against the bump that had already grown on your skull, and nodded, then winced. “Mhmm.. Just.. you know, lost my balance..” Dylan stood and ran his fingers through your hair, parting it in the back. “What exactly are you doing right now?” You asked, staring at his white and green Adidas and Trixie innocently laying by your feet.

“Hold still… I’m checking to see if you’re bleeding.” Dylan gently swept his fingers along your head.

“Well, am I bleeding?”

Dylan crouched back down in front of you and smiled. “No. I think you just bumped it pretty hard.” He looked down at Trixie and rubbed his hand down her back, and laughed as she rolled over to let him rub her belly. Dylan got up and sat in the empty chair at the table, next to you. “What are you doing down here on a Wednesday?” He smiled slightly and poured the water in your glass out on the sidewalk, then gathered the cloth napkin off the table and poured the leftover, melting ice into it. He handed the makeshift ice pack to you and watched as you nodded kindly and pressed it against the back of your head.

“I’m off work and still watching the house and this little Gremlin..” You glanced down at Trixie, who was curled up in the shade under the table. “..and I was kind of sick of our usual morning walk routine, so we rode our bike and ran down here for breakfast, and then, I guess, someone saw you and got a little excited.” You glanced at Trixie again.

“I’m sorry..” Dylan mumbled.

You shook your head and chuckled. “Just a new kind of fan in Trixie..”

Dylan smiled and laughed. He spotted your bike leaning up against the light pole next to the table. He handed you the wrist loop of Trixie’s leash and stood, Trixie standing at his movement. “Let me drive you home.. It’s the least I can do.”

You nodded and watched Dylan take the handlebars of your white and crimson Specialized road bike in his hands. You got up from the table and followed him down the sidewalk to a car parked on the street.

“Did you drive or fly out here?” You gestured to the silver Honda CR-V that Dylan was opening the passenger side door to.

“I flew out. This is Jules’ car, but she’s back in the city at work until Thursday night, so I thought I’d drive around a little.. check out the shops around here.”

“You’re bored out of your mind, aren’t you?” You grinned and shook your head, as you stepped into the car.

“I’m so fucking bored.” He laughed and then loaded the bike onto the bike rack on the back of the car. Dylan climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car back to East Moriches. He glanced behind him at a red light and saw Trixie asleep in the backseat and then glanced at you, who was fidgeting with the ring on your finger again. “I, uh… I’m sorry I never called or texted you….”

“It’s okay. You didn’t have to.” You glanced over at him, his left hand gripping the top of the steering wheel and his right hand barely resting on the gearshift.

“I wanted to though.” He kept his eyes on the road, but a pink hue began to cover his mole-freckled cheeks.

“Okay..”

“No, really… I had fun the other night and I just….” Dylan sighed and glanced over at you, immediately looking back at the road when he realized you were looking back at him. “I uh… umm.. I had a really nice time talking to you and hanging out but I am just so perpetually awkward and I didn’t know what to say to get the conversation going over text to ask you to hang out again..”

You laughed over his struggle with words and his cute shyness. “I’ll tell you what. Instead of worrying about texting me, I will just tell you what my plans are and you can decide if they sound fun enough to join. I was going to go paddleboarding at Silly Lilly’s in Center Moriches tomorrow at 10AM. If you want to come, great, if you don’t, that’s also fine, I was planning on going by myself anyway.”

“I’ve never been paddleboarding before.”

“It’s fun. I bet you’d like it.” You unbuckled your seatbelt as you saw Dylan pull into the driveway of your Dad’s house. “Well, thanks for the ride, and the giant bruise on the head.” You teased him, as you went to grab the door handle.

“Are you okay though, actually?” Dylan asked, also getting out of the car to unload your bike off the back.

You closed the back door and Trixie headed for the stairs to the house, looking forward to getting inside and continuing her nap. You rolled your eyes at your dog and then watched as the muscles in Dylan’s arms flexed when he lifted your bike. “Mhmm.. just hurts a little. I’m fine.”

“Um… Garage?” He asked, referring to the bike. You nodded and he followed you towards the garage, where you kept your bicycle. “What were your plans for the rest of today?” Dylan asked, awkwardly standing in the middle of the garage, watching you lean your bike up against a back wall.

“Nothing much. I was going to just hang out around here… Uh, take the little demon for a walk later. Everyone is at work and I didn’t really have plans.” You said, helping him to close the broken garage door.

“Um, do you mind if I hang out with you? I’m sort of afraid that you have a concussion and I feel like you shouldn’t be alone all day.” That was only a half truth. Dylan also had been thinking about you since he met you on Sunday, and he wanted to spend some more time with you.

You smiled and felt butterflies suddenly fill your stomach. You knew that your face was filling with a deep red blush. “I mean, I doubt I have a concussion, but if you really want to watch me watch Game of Thrones all day, that’s fine.”

“Let me just park the car better and I’ll be right up.” Dylan said with a shy smile, not missing a beat to accept your invitation.

“I can’t believe you’ve never watched this before. Wasn’t Thomas Brodie-Sangster in The Maze Runner with you?!” You glared at him teasingly, and shook your head.

Dylan laughed and shrugged. “It was just one of those things. I never had anyone sit me down and make me watch it.”

“Pfff. Until now. Jojen is going to be so happy to know that you finally get to see him in Thrones.”

“I should text Thomas and tell him. He’ll definitely be stoked.” Dylan pulled his phone off the white cushion, on the L-shaped couch he was sitting on upstairs in the living room loft of your Dad’s house.

“I mean, we don’t meet him for like many more seasons though, so….”

“Oh.. then nevermind…” Dylan laughed and put his phone back down, smiling bashfully at you. “How’s your head?”

“It’s fine.. Can you pay attention? I am not going to explain things to you because you aren’t watching.” You laughed. You would definitely explain anything he ever asked.

“Okay, fine, sorry. But wait… okay, isn’t that his sister? Why is he like touching her tit. That’s so fucking weird, Y/n.” Dylan winced at the TV.

You laughed even harder. “Because Viserys is the WORST. He’s such a creepy dude. You aren’t supposed to like him. You’re supposed to love her.”

“I do.”

“Shut up.” You grinned, but also actually felt a pang of jealousy towards Emilia Clarke. You were definitely harboring a huge crush on Dylan, and he just admitted that he thought that the woman on the TV was hot. Normally, that’d be fine, but he was a celebrity, himself, and he knew people that knew Emilia. In your head, if Dylan wanted her, he could probably have her. You slumped into your couch further, pressing the bump on the back of your head a little too hard on the cushion behind you. “Ow.” You quietly whispered and brought your hand up to your head.

“Shit…” Dylan crawled over Trixie, and the distance between the two of you, on the couch, and kneeled next to you. He gently pressed his fingers into the back of your head, causing you to wince. “The bump has definitely gotten bigger.”

“I’ll grab a new ice pack.” You said weakly, trying to maintain your composure at his touch.

“No. Pause this. Give me this.” Dylan leaned over you and grabbed the warm ice pack from the cushion next to you. You bit your lip, intoxicated by his closeness. “I’ll be right back with a new ice pack.”

“Thanks, Dylan…” You said quietly, causing him to smile and turn around before fully leaving the room to head downstairs to the kitchen.

“Of course..” He rubbed at the back of his neck and then turned around and walked downstairs.

You had watched seven hours of the first season of Game of Thrones, with Dylan sitting closer to you than in the first episode. You kept your hands free and easy to hold, just in case, but he never took the initiative. He had gone downstairs in between the fourth and fifth episodes to grab something from his car, and got stuck talking to your downstairs neighbor, Mikey, who recognized him from the American Assassin trailers, and he came back smelling like Mikey’s menthol cigarettes. You decided to sit on the further side of the couch, away from Dylan, until the smell subsided off his clothes. You apologized profusely for Mikey. He was an odd guy. You both took a break from GOT around dinner time and ordered Chinese from the shitty place in Eastport. You suffered through the half-assed dumplings that came with ordering from a shitty delivery place in Suffolk County.

“I’m allowed to sleep at night even if I have a concussion, right?” You said, through a yawn.

Dylan half-smiled at you, glancing at the late hour on the clock. You had just finished up the last episode of the first season of Game of Thrones. The two of you had spent more than ten hours together that day. He nodded. “Yea, but if you could text me when you wake up, so I know you woke up and didn’t, like, die, that’d be nice.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Do people die from concussions?”

“No! No.. shit.” Dylan laughed. He didn’t mean to worry you. “You’ll be fine. But you’re obviously tired, and it’s late, so I should go. I’ll take Trixie out.”

“You really don’t have to do that…” You shook your head and began to get up from the lying position you were in on the couch.

“Already done.” Dylan said as he got Trixie off the couch and began heading down the stairs to the front door.

He saw you sitting on the bottom step, waiting, when he walked up to the screen door with your dog. He released Trixie’s leash from her collar and watched her run up to you at the stairs. You petted the dog lightly on the head, and then turned your attention back to the handsome man in front of you, digging his fingers into his stubble.

“Thank you for today. I hope you didn’t hate Game of Thrones…..” You smiled lightly.

Dylan smiled back, and shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “I actually really liked it. Maybe we can start the second season some time soon.. the next rainy day when you’re not busy…”

“Or the next time I potentially have a concussion.” You joked. “I should get one of those more often.”

Dylan’s smile faded. “Please don’t.”

You felt your cheeks warm with embarrassment and you tried to smile through your blush. “I’ll do my best.” You rubbed the side of your arm awkwardly. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow morning at Silly Lilly’s.”

“10AM?” He asked, and you nodded. “Do you need a ride?”

You shook your head. “I always ride my bike. It’s so close. Thanks though.” Dylan nodded and smiled. “I’ll see you later.” You reached up to hug him, and he awkwardly hugged you back.

“Text me if you need anything.” He said as he backed out of the screen door, gently closing it in between the two of you.

“I don’t have your number, Dylan. You still only have mine…” You reminded him nervously. He smiled and shrugged and began walking down the steps.

“Goodnight.”

You waved and felt like you had made a fool of yourself. You closed the wooden front door and locked it, then leaned up against it, staring down at Trixie. “Shit.”

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand and you looked down at the text message from an unknown number. Your heart began to race.

“Now you have my number too. Thanks for a fun day. I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, Y/n, and seriously, please text me when you wake up so I don’t worry...”

“Oh shit..” You were in so much trouble with this boy.

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[another-jjba-headcannon-blog]

would it be alright to request hcs of Josuke, Jotaro (part 3), and Okuyasu having their small s/o wear their jackets, or just their clothes in general??????

hhhhhHHHH THIS IS SO CUUUUTE-

Josuke-

- It’s a cold autumn night, and Josuke and s/o are just headed back from hanging out at Okuyasu’s house. Because Josuke is a gentleman (and a generally courteous person), he’s offered to walk s/o home and keep them company. While on their merry way back, a chilly, light rain picks up… Once he notices s/o shiver even the slightest, Josuke hands s/o his heavy school jacket out of worry they might get cold, he sticks his jacket on them and holds his arm around their shoulders to keep them extra warm. The two are giggling like maniacs as they break into a light jog to try and avoid the drizzle of rain that was quickly getting harder.  Why did he wear a stupid tank top in the middle of freezing cold autumn oh God he was such an idiot. Not to mention this rain was totally going to ruin his hair, oh this was just GREAT- well, at least s/o is warm. He wasn’t gonna lie, their pink nose in the cold was pretty cute.

- Once they get back to s/o’s house, Josuke walks in and attempts to warm himself up before walking the rest of the way home. He pauses a moment and takes in the view of his small s/o in the large jacket. The sleeves were far too long and covered their hands, dwarfing them even more. The jacket, which usually hung down to his thighs, hung down to s/o’s knees. It was…incredibly adorable, he couldn’t resist blushing a little and breaking a smile. It never actually dawned on him how small his s/o actually was compared to him. “What are you smiling at?” He just shakes his head and plants a soft kiss on their forehead goodbye. He turns to open the door and…it’s pouring. Like, can barely see 2 feet in front of you pouring. He quickly shuts the door and whips around to face s/o. “So…uh…mind if I hang here for the night? Or at least until the rain stops!!”

- S/o really doesn’t want to give him his jacket back. Everything about it reminds them of Josuke, and it’s so WARM too! It’s nothing like getting a hug from the real Josuke, but it’s close. It even has a light scent of hairspray…speaking of hairspray, s/o heads up to their restroom, leaving Josuke in the living room huddled up in a bundle of blankets- nevermind what s/o was doing, he wanted them to get back down here so they could warm up- s/o comes tumbling down the stairs in his jacket and their hair jokingly styled in a terrible excuse for a hairstyle that wasn’t exactly a pompadour, but close. S/o had seen other kids around school opting for a style like this. “Josuke! Don’t I look great~?” “Hey! It looks cooler than your miserable excuse for a kewl hair style!” S/o quickly undoes their “miserable excuse for a kewl hair style” as the two start laughing at s/o’s antics as they plop down next to Josuke. Josuke snuggles up close to s/o in the blanket and the two fall asleep, s/o still wrapped up in the big fluffy jacket. Josuke can’t help but nuzzling his head into their hair, he probably wasn’t going to get his jacket back till early next morning…not that he really minds all that much.

Jotaro-

- Egypt was hot as hell, that’s all Jotaro really thought as he walked into the hotel room, his small s/o following behind him diligently. He hadn’t asked them to follow him around wherever he went, maybe that was just a perk of having a significant other. He was still pretty new to this “dating thing” and wasn’t sure how to go about having this small, adorable ball of…something giving him kisses and hugs.

“How’s that thing stay on your head?”

“What?”That’s how the conversation starts, about how his hat seemingly phases right into his hair. Jotaro shrugs off the weird question and replies with a grunt. It’s just a hat, nothing too complicated. “I mean…it just…looks like it’s permanently molded into your hair. How’d you get it to DO that?” They ask out of curiosity. Jotaro sighs, and upon realizing s/o wouldn’t stop asking about it until they got an answer. He was trying not to snap at them to shut up, he quickly realized that he really shouldn’t snap at the person he was going out with. He flicked the cap off his head and held it in his hands. “See for yourself.” and plopped it down onto s/o’s head. He had intended to just stick it on their head and turn around, but something captivated his sight. The cap tilted slightly over their eyes, and they had to adjust it in order for it to sit on their head without falling, Surprisingly, it was pretty cute. Jotaro smiled for a second, before turning to look outside the heavy window. It suddenly clicks with s/o that they must be pretty special, he never lets anyone touch his hat.

- Even with the fan on, the sun was still burning and bright outside the window. It gets to a point where Jotaro shucks off his jacket, It lands with a heavy thud  right next to s/o. “Can I put this thing on??” s/o asks, Jotaro turns back to them in confusion. First of all, it was blazing hot outside, at least 80 or 90 degrees, are they cold? Second of all, why? He really didn’t understand them at all. Giving off his signature Yare Yare, he waves his hand dismissively. “Fine, I’m not using it right now.” He closes his eyes and tries to get a moment of rest. They had arrived in the town not too long ago and would soon be heading off yet again, it was rare he got a moment to just sit back and relax.

He’s about to drift off when a sleeve paps his face. Jotaro furrows his brow and very annoyed, he opens his eyes to see s/o in the waaaay too large jacket for them. S/o apologized for the accidental sleeve in the face, they had been trying to roll them up to use their hands. They were practically swimming in the comically large black coat. It hadn’t occurred to him how…tiny they were compared to him. Sure, he was exceptionally tall himself, but the gigantic ebony jacket seemed to make them smaller and cuter than usual. there was something about their laughter as they tried to keep the chain attached to the collar out of their face really endearing. It made him feel incredibly relaxed to be around them and their goofiness.

- S/o sits down next to Jotaro and pokes his bare arm. “Check this out.” They pull out an unlit cigarette from the pocket of the jacket, and while still clad in the hat and coat, put on the most cartoonishly menacing glare they possibly can. “I’m Jotaro Kujo and everyone’s dumb except for me. Yare Yare Daze” Jotaro chuckles and asks if that was supposed to be him. If they were really trying they would have used a more vulgar word than “dumb” he pulls them into a tight hug and kisses their forehead.

“I love you, dummy.”

“I don’t understand you at all, you know? But I love you too.”

Okuyasu-

- Okuyasu and s/o are a lively couple, they’re both always in awe of things around them and never grow tired of each other’s company. They’re also constantly coming up with crazy and silly ideas to do with each other. For example, sledding down a hill in the middle of summer, trying to bake actual food in an easy bake oven, and other ideas that come purely out of curiosity. This, was one such idea. Surely, Okuyasu wouldn’t miss his school uniform for a couple hours would he? I mean, it’s a saturday and neither of them were in any extracurriculars. It’s not like he needed it, since it was just wadded up in the corner of his bedroom. Okuyasu is just chilling out during the weekend with them, when suddenly they goes missing. Okuyasu looks up from the couch and suddenly they’re just gone. Where did they even GO? He gets up and starts yelling for them. There’s a loud banging coming from the stairs and his room upstairs. Was it s/o? Or did that cat from his neighbors somehow get in again? Maybe it was his dad? He wasn’t sure, but he summons The Hand just to be sure and quietly walks up the stairs. Quietly…slowly…oh man, he was being super stealthy right now. S/o would be SO PROUD if they found out how careful he was being about this-!

“OKUYASU CHECK IT OUT”

Oku screams and falls backwards, almost tumbling down the stairs and just barely grabbing onto the handrail for support. S/o confusedly tries to help them up, and Okuyasu realizes he’s holding onto the sleeve of a uniform, his school uniform to be exact. S/o explains they thought it looked pretty comfy compared to their own, but his pants were still way too big. Why have 2 belts if they’re just going to sit awkwardly on your waist? He broke out into a huge grin and suddenly he was just fine. This was the cutest thing he’d seen all day. They’re just so…small! And Cute! And literally the most precious thing he had ever laid eyes on. Did he mention cute?

- “Oh!! Here, try on this!!” s/o suddenly tosses him their own school jacket, Didn’t most couples borrow each other’s shirts anyway? This was like that, except trading a small jacket for a large one. Okuyasu, unwadding the jacket, accepts the challenge. S/o has to help him get it on his arms and oh dear please help him his arms are stuck behind his back and he’s scared if he tries to move them he’s going to rip their jacket. The two are laughing at how silly they must look to anyone other than them, not that they really mind. S/o is fumbling with the too long sleeves and tripping over the large pants too much to try and help much, Okuyasu is on his own in this endeavor to remove the school jacket of pain. It takes 5 minutes to get unraveled from each other’s clothes as they collapse in a giggling heap.

- Okuyasu gives s/o a tight hug and asks them why they put on their clothes in the first place. Their response is a simple “It looked warm.”

“Well…I can’t argue with that.” It’s a few moments of a quiet hug before he pipes up-

“Babe…can I…uh… have my jacket back? Not to be rude but, like, I’m kinda cold-”

I Tried ;v;b aaa I hope these are okay!! It was a really cute idea, I hope they’re not too dialogue heavy or confusing lol ^^

- Mod Fish

[bandficsunlimited]

Floral & Fading (Pierce The Veil Fanfiction)

(This was the first band slash PTV fanfic that I’ve ever made, so please forgive me if it’s terrible and nonsensical and not what you really expected.)

"D-d-d-darker now, kicked out and sleeping in your car, you rolled the window down, enough to dream and make-believe..."

"That's it, stop it! Pierce...whatever, you're outta here! Go on, we're closed! Everybody out! You're wrecking the place!"

The harsh reprimand of the bowling alley owner rang out, exasperated and palpably angry, and Jaime could perfectly and very much tell why.

Standing in the carnage of musical instruments and debris of bowling equipment alike, their band sign hanging off on one corner with half already in shards on the floor, holding splintered parts of what used to be a bass guitar, and staring at a rowdy crowd that had been shoving and pushing at each other the entire time, the owner's rage towards the sheepish band was easily understandable.

Jaime wasn't sure how Pierce the Veil was allotted to perform here in the first place, considering that their post-hardcore music wasn't really the appropriate ambiance to a bowling alley, and they were forced to wear such weird clothes (Mike laughed at his older brother's atrocious green floral shirt that he fished out of his dad's closet for ten minutes straight), and the owner didn't even know what the hell their band name was ("He announced it with the enthusiasm of a vendor selling tacos in a deserted place under the torpor heat of the summer Mexico sun", Jaime observed. "Oh great, now I want tacos", another voice inside his head complained), but all he knew for certain was that this was quite unexpected.

"For a bunch of people living in '69, these guys sure do party hard." Jaime thought, uttering a low whistle as he surveyed the wreckage of the chaotic room.

Not only had he and his bandmates completely trashed the place, they also managed to influence the people to join in with it as well, and what once was a group of peaceful weekend bowling players had turned into youth-crazy moshers that threw articles of intimate clothing, allowed crowdsurfing and mosh pits, nearly ripped the band members apart (two of them tore out their drummer's sleeves, "but," Jaime internally snickered, "with Mike's big guns, who freakin' wouldn't?"), poured juice punch on each other (Jaime could see a girl smiling at them wryly without a care of the sticky beverage that dripped and coloured her hair a vivid blue), pulled the fire alarms and lit up their lighters inside the place, and ultimately ("and most importantly", Jaime noted), they enjoyed and allowed themselves to lose control to their music.

"So all in all, not a bad gig." Jaime concluded with a satisfied grin. He looked over to Vic, Mike, and Tony, all exhausted, sweaty, and holding destroyed instruments alike, but also with the same enthused smiles lighted up on their faces.

Celebratory high fives were passed around the band members, but before Jaime could give one to an expectant Tony, the owner's stern face emerged in front of them, his nostrils flared and his voluminous belly rising up and down steadily, smoke appearing to come out of his ears, startling the band out of their gregarious reverie.

"You damn brats, still happy about wrecking this place. I regret ever knowin' your name. No you boys better get out of here before I get you a damn good whacking to and slam your sorry little asses in jail!" The owner threatened, waving at them the remaining microphone stand that was still actually standing and almost tripping on the wires in the process.

"Sooooo...does this mean we don't get paid?" Vic asked innocently, a cute charming smile emblazoned on his face, doe eyes wide and sparkly, every uttered word in the sentence dripping with sass. Behind him, Jaime chuckled audibly, Tony grinned so wide it seemed the corners of his lips would split open, and Mike covered his mouth with one heavily-tattooed hand to stifle his laughter.

The owner only glared at them poisonously, radiating nothing but sheer hate and venom out of his eyes, and shoved them all out of the way, causing a little domino effect to the band and nearly tripping on the wire yet again, as he muttered various colourful profanities, most likely endowing the worst curses known to man and monsters upon the Mexicans. He shook his meaty fist once more before going past the outbalanced band members, and grabbed a broom to commence cleaning up the mess that they made.

"Great gig. Great time. Great job, guys." Mike praised his fellow band members, as they packed up and salvaged what little they can from their smashed equipment, but not before he added a grim "We still need money to buy new instruments though, and since Vic here killed off any chance of us getting paid, well..."

"Thank you Mike, that reeeeaaally boosted our morale." Tony replied sardonically with a laugh.

Vic, pretending to be hurt, indignantly glared at his younger brother with a sulking pout. "We weren't getting paid anyways, Mikey. It didn't hurt to ask."

"Hey, hey, I'm just kidding bro. Hell, I don't blame you anyways. I've always wanted to wreck the living shit out of my drums! I mean, who doesn't? It's the adrenaline, man, it gets you. This was awesome, you guys. P-T-V!" Mike ranted on happily, as they all cheered out in enthusiastic replies of "Wooooh!"

"Well, I take it that's a wrap?" Vic quipped cheekily. He was answered with an affirming chorus of "Oh yeah", "Guess so", and from Jaime, accompanied with an audibly rumbling stomach, "Anyone else also craving tacos right now?"

Jaime's out-of-place remark and hunger pangs gave Vic an idea for a fun little prank. He acted all excited, suddenly pointed out to a random corner, and shouted "Hey look Jaime, a taco stand giving food away for free!"

"Where?!" As Jaime's head frantically whipped to face where Vic was pointing, Vic glanced furtively at Tony and made silent finger motions, signaling for him to trip up Jaime. Tony understood immediately, and he surreptitiously crouched behind Jaime and positioned himself by his feet, waiting for the right moment.

"Oh, you know, it's just there Hime, if you'd just, like, I don't know, back up a little, maybe you'd see clearer or something, y'know..." Mike improvised, buying for time, and Vic facepalmed behind Jaime's back and mouthed "That didn't make sense bro." to him.

But despite Mike's lame assurances, Jaime still obediently obliged with his instructions and ambled a step backward. His legs caught on the crouching turtle by his legs, and he began to topple backfirst, arms thrashing about wildly as he tried to break his fall.

"Gotcha again, Jaime!" Vic said triumphantly, earning him victorious high fives and rounds of raucous laughter from Mike and Tony.

But due to unforeseen and unfortunate circumstances, Jaime's head accidentally contacted a nearby bowling ball (ironically, it was the yellow one that he tossed at one of Mike's drums earlier and nearly hit Tony), and he heard a sickening crack, as Vic, Tony, and Mike's laughs instantly dissipated and they immediately rushed to his side.

Jaime felt himself losing consciousness quickly, and his vision blurred and faded as he saw his friends' concerned faces looming over him, Vic frantically waving a hand to his face and calling out his name.

"Jaime? Jaime??? Jaaaaiiimmeeeeee..."

~*~

Jaime jolted awake at the sound of singing invading his ears, and his eyes fluttered open and he found himself curled up in a couch, his bass guitar cuddled up next to him, a fan-gifted monkey pillow strewn on his stomach, and an abandoned floral pattern notebook lying facedown by his limply-hanging fingertips.

The rest of the band was simply chilling out; Mike lounging next to him as he clutched a coffee mug in one hand and twirled a drumstick in the other, Vic looking at his ink scribbles with a pensive visage and a badly-chewed pen stuck between his teeth, making little vocal warm-ups with their names (at the moment, he was singing out "Hayyyymeeyyyy skunnkkkk"), and Tony softly strumming notes at random on a battered acoustic guitar.

Jaime remembered his dream and his hand immediately shot up to his hair, as if to feel the phantom of a nightmarish afro that never was, and he sighed a little too loudly in relief as he felt only the soft spikes of his hedgehog hair. He rubbed his bleary eyes as he examined the appearances of his fellow bandmates' hairstyles with mingled scepticism and doubt.

Watching this event unfold, the trio's questioning stares immediately pierced (pun very much intended) through the scrutinising Jaime, but it was Vic who asked the question first.

"You okay there, Jaime?" he said, momentarily ceasing with his playful vocal warm-ups, his inquiry slightly garbled by the writing instrument clamped between his mouth.

"Dude, I just had the weirdest dream..." Jaime started.

Mike snorted into his mug at amusement at Jaime's revelation, spinning the drumstick more furiously and throwing it in the air. "Expect Jaime to be so cliche."

Tony glanced at him with a raised eyebrow and retorted "And expect you to be the one breaking the fourth wall." Mike stuck out his tongue at Tony in reply, and he failed to catch the drumstick, the wooden stick clattering noisily on the floor.

But Jaime seemed not to hear them both as he leered at Mike's short hair, hidden under his black beanie, analysed Tony's expertly messed sticky-uppy hair and Key Street cap lying by his side, and finally settled to concentrating and peering at Vic's long and flowing hair as if it was an art exhibit.

Vic finally noticed Jaime's strange stare and stared back with questioning eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that? Something wrong with my hair? Is my hat not on straight? Or do you just not like my hat? Again?" Vic badgered endlessly, his voice taking on a concerned tone, running his hand throughout his head to check for anything weird.

Jaime said nothing to clear things out as he slowly reached out to feel for Vic's hair. Mike took a sip of his drink absentmindedly and flipped his drumstick as he watched blankly, engrossed by the scene, and Tony had an exasperated expression that sighed out a silent "Oh, Jaime, here we go again."

Jaime grabbed one end of Vic's hair and started tugging at it, as if testing for it's legitimacy.

"Ow! Jaime! What the hell?" Vic exclaimed, slapping Jaime's hand away. By coincidence, Tony hit a sour note on the guitar as he was distracted by the unfolding events, making a sound that added for comedic effect.

"Your hair...it's normal." Jaime lamely replied.

Vic squinted in suspicion as he ran his fingers over his locks to fix his hair. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

Jaime closed his eyes and nodded in alleviated affirmation. "Oh it's good dude. It's good. It's just, well, just that dream..."

"Well, what dream? Don't keep us in suspense, Hime-time." Vic prompted eagerly, setting down his abused pen and rumpled notebook on the desk and dragging his chair closer to Jaime. Mike and Tony set down the instruments they were holding and leaned in closer to listen in as well.

Jaime sighed extravagantly once again and began to narrate. "It was like...we were having a concert in a frigging bowling alley...you had short hair and a stupid floral shirt...Mike was wearing this nerdy-ass sweater and vest, I don't know what it was...Tony was crowdsurfing on a bunch of weirdly-dressed people...and I had cotton ball for a hair...it was sick though, we smashed our instruments in the end, and oh, I nearly hit Tony with a bowling ball!"

Tony glared at Jaime in mock disdain. "Something you wanna say to me, Jaime?"

"And me! Did you just call my clothes nerdy?" Mike put in indignantly.

"You tripped me up and made me smash my skull on a bowling ball, Tony, so I'd say we're pretty much even. And also Mike, Vic was wearing a long-sleeved green floral pattern shirt and ironed beige pants and stupid hard shoes and he had short hair that looked like it was shaped out of clay, so there." Jaime explained in a flat tone to both offended parties, not missing a beat.

Tony simply made a 'seems legit' face and nodded. "Touche, Preciado."

Mike, on the other hand, stared at his older brother for a couple seconds, as if picturing Vic in the horrible clothes Jaime described, but his should-be bellowing laugh was reduced to a strained snort as Vic glared back at him venomously with a look that said "Don't you dare Michael."

Jaime carried on with his story gracelessly as he fumbled for the words, unable to describe the dream properly. "Anyways, it was just—I don't know, but it was like...a time travel or something...I don't know man...it was 1969!" He finally declared. Mike couldn't hold in his laughter anymore at the final part, and he began to double over laughing, strained wheeze escaping his throat like a squeaky balloon losing air.

"Aw dude, did you just marathon Back To The Future...again? Look, I know you wanna be the next Mexican Marty McFly, and we support that dream of yours, even if you don't look too good in bodywarmers, but...that's just askin' for it." Vic sympathetically apprehended with a little shake of his head. His maternal and disappointed tone of voice made Tony crack up, and Vic finally dropped his stern parent act and joined in with the mirth.

"But it was! I swear! 1969! A lady! Threw her bra at me!" Jaime punctuated almost pleadingly, his voice drowned out by the chaos of laughter.

His hysterical bandmates only laughed even harder at the bra throwing part, and Vic had to jump out of his seat and whack his younger brother in the back with immense force because he promptly choked on his drink, as the slapstick-looking act made Tony's smile grow impossibly wider.

"Yeah right, like that would ever happen. Keep on dreaming, Jaime." Vic deadpan quipped with a pokerfaced expression. Jaime finally stopped sulking and succumbed to the contagious hilarity and sheer ludicrousness of it all, dimples popping up as his laugh echoed the loudest inside the room.

After everyone had calmed down and managed to catch their breath, the place was filled with silent contentment and lingering traces of entertained expressions on their faces. Mike went to the kitchen to place his mug in the sink (but accidentally brought the drumstick with the mug instead of the spoon, which made for a very interesting story later on at band practice, when he accidentally ripped the skin off his snare drum with the metal utensil), Tony returned to fiddling with his guitar as he quietly played Dammit by Blink-182, and Vic held his pen and paper once again, but before he turned away to continue writing, he said softly to Jaime, this time with an earnest smile.

"Keep on dreaming, Jaime."

"Our lights knocked out, turned upside-down, I'm just a stupid motherfucker, can't figure it out."

[riverdalewritings]

The Blonde Leading the Blind - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: None

Request by anon: Hi! I would like to request something for Jughead maybe something like Betty and Veronica is trying to set up Jughead and reader, so they send them into a blind date or something? Thank you :)

I took a little liberty with it, in the fact that it’s technically a one sided blind date, but I hope you like it!

   “Hey, (Y/N),” Betty said, causing me to tear away my eyes from Jughead. He was working on his book, as per usual, and I was pretending to be working on some homework I had. Jughead was my friend, one of my best friends, and I had had feelings for him for years. The only problem was, I felt that I had to keep it a secret. I had seen what Betty and Archie went through, and I wouldn’t be able to stand that if that happened to Jughead and I.

   “Oh, hey Betty! Ronnie. What’s up?” I didn’t miss Veronica look from me to Jughead, the traces of a smirk on her face.

   “Oh, nothing,” Veronica replied, sitting down in front of me. “Betty and I were just wondering, would you ever say yes to a blind date?”

   “Um..” I cleared my throat. “What?”

   “We just, know, of a guy,” Betty said, shrugging her shoulders for emphasis, “who might be your perfect match. That’s all.”

   “Well, do I get to know who this guy is?”

   Veronica rolled her eyes. “That’s why it’s called blind date, (Y/N). You don’t get to know who it is! Then that would just be a date.”

   “Come on! It’ll be fun. You can come over to my house, and I’ll do your hair, and V can choose something for you to wear.. And then, if you’re not into it, you can text one of us, and we’ll get you.”

   “That’s nice for you to offer Betts, but..”

   “But nothing. I’m not taking no for an answer, and neither is B. Are you?” Veronica looked over at Betty and smiled, answering for her. “No, she isn’t, so you don’t have a choice. See you Saturday!”

   I started to protest, but it was no use. Both girls had gotten up and, waving goodbye, walked out of the study room.

   “So?” Archie asked, impatient.

   “Good to go. She didn’t exactly say yes, but..”

   “But V goaded her into it, and she didn’t refuse, so..”

   Archie sighed and leaned against a row of lockers. “You girls had the easy part. (Y/N) mostly goes along with anything. But getting Jug to agree with this..”

   “Are you sure he still likes (Y/N)?” Veronica cut in, clearing showing that she was still semi-new in Riverdale.

   Betty and Archie both nodded their heads. “Jughead’s been crushing on (Y/N) since the third grade, when she told him that she liked his beanie, and that she wanted a crown so they could get married and be prince and princess,” Archie answered, a little agitated.

   “It was adorable,” Betty added, smiling.

   “That is cute..but I have one question. Jughead’s had that same hat since the third grade?”

   “Since first,” Archie and Betty answered at the same time. “I think he’s learned how to sew, so that way when one starts ripping he just makes another one,” Archie continued. He moved up off the lockers and peered around the door frame, looking at (Y/N) and Jughead. They definitely would make a good couple.. Archie just hoped that (Y/N) liked Jughead too. This whole plan could go very wrong, very fast.

   “Alright, I guess I gotta go talk to Jughead. Wish me luck.” But Archie was already walking away before Betty or Veronica could answer.

   “Hey, uh, Jug? Could we, um, talk? For a minute?” Archie sat down across from Jughead, who was staring intently at his laptop screen.

   “What’s up pal?”

   “I was wondering, you know, well. Uh, you see, I was thinking about it, and um, you haven’t dated anyone in a while, or, well, I guess ever really, but, anyway, this Saturday, what, uh,” Archie coughed a little, trying to think of how to frame the question. When nothing came to mind, he just blurted it out. “What do you think about going on a blind date?”

   This got Jughead’s attention. Stopping his typing, he froze, and slowly looked up at Archie. “A..blind..date..” was all he said.

   “Yeah! Yeah. A blind, um, date.”

   “Who with?” Jughead asked, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back against his chair.

   “Well, I can’t tell you who. See, that just goes against the blind part..”

   “I understand the concept of a blind date, Arch. But,” Jug shook his head, “I’m not going unless you tell me who it’s with.”

   Archie sighed, knowing that Jughead wouldn’t budge unless he gave him an answer. “Alright, listen,” he finally said, lowering his voice and leaning towards Jughead. “I’ll tell you, but you have to swear you won’t say anything to Betty or Ronnie.” Archie paused, and glanced backwards towards (Y/N), making sure she wasn’t looking over. He turned back around, and whispered out her name.

   “(Y/N), hm? And what makes you three so certain that I like (Y/N)?” Jughead asked, quirking an eyebrow.

   “Oh, come on man. Everyone knows you like (Y/N), except her, apparently.”

   The side of Jughead’s mouth twitched, him obviously keeping in a smile, but he uncrossed his arms and rested them on the table. “Ok.”

   “Ok? You’ll go?”

   Jughead lifted his eyebrow and made a gesture with his head. “Yeah. I said ok. I’ll go.”

   “Great! Great, Jug. I’ve got one question though,” Archie said, standing up from the chair. “Would you have gone, if I said anyone else besides (Y/N)?”

   Jughead nodded like he was answering yes, but instead, all he uttered was ‘no’. He let out a little laugh, and returned his attention to his laptop screen. He couldn’t type anymore, though. His only thoughts were on (Y/N), and on Saturday.

   “I still think you should have worn the red heels..” Veronica said, looking down at my feet. I rolled my eyes.

   “We’re at a photography museum, Ronnie. My oxfords are fine. And they’re Franco Sarto, so that should count for something.”

   Veronica’s phone beeped and she looked away, pulling it out of her purse to see what it was.

   “You look great, (Y/N). Really pretty.” Betty smiled at me and fixed my hair a little bit, making sure everything looked perfect.

   “They’re here. Archie just dropped off Ju...juuust the person..who (Y/N) is going on a blind date with. That person. Betty, let’s go.” Veronica grabbed Betty’s wrist, and with that, they were off.

   I rolled my eyes and smiled, and turned my attention to a photo hanging on the wall. I wasn’t a huge fan of photography museums, I much preferred sculptures and paintings, but Betty and Ronnie assured me that this was the perfect place. After a few seconds, I heard a voice come up behind me.

   “You know, they’re supposed to hang the masterpieces, not leave them standing on the floor like this.”

   “Jughead?” I turned around. “Hey! What are you doing here?” I asked. I didn’t know that Jug liked to come here. “I’m meeting someone, for a date. Betty and Ronnie wouldn’t tell me who, but that’s why I’m here.”

   Jughead let out a little cough, like he was clearing his throat. “Yeah, um. I know. Me. You’re supposed to be meeting me. And so, here we are,” he gestured with his hand. “Is that..that’s ok, right?” He squinted his eyes, looking like he was getting ready to bolt if I said no.

   “Yeah! No, it’s, great, actually,” I said, after a little pause. I was a little shocked, but it was. I had to admit that I had been really nervous, trying all week to figure out who Betty and Ronnie thought would be a good match for me, and, really, I should have known that my feelings for Jughead were transparent. I was awful at keeping secrets.

   “I’ve, um, kind of had a crush on you since freshman year of high school, so, yeah. This is definitely more than ok. Unless someone put you up to this, in which case, I’ll just leave and go home, and then try and figure out a way where I can still graduate without having to attend school ever again.”

   “Archie,” Jughead said, taking a step towards me, “technically put me up to this, but I only agreed, because he told me that you were going to be my date. I wasn’t supposed to say anything but, you know,” he shrugged, and smiled. He grabbed my hands then, and took in a deep breath before saying, “I’ve had a crush on you too. For a while. But I figured that we were friends, and that was, you know. That.”

   “How long is a while?” I asked, laughing. “Since, like, middle school?”

   Jughead lowered his head and sheepishly smiled, before returning my gaze. “Try the third grade.”

   “The third grade?” I was incredulous. “That was when I moved here! You’ve liked me for that long, and never did anything about it? God, I finally understand it now..”

   “Understand what?”

   “Why they call you Jughead.”

   “Oh, so, what. What? You think that, because we’re dating now, you can be mean to me?” Jughead asked, though he was smiling. And then, quickly, he added, “we are, dating, right?”

   I rolled my eyes again and chuckled. “Yes, Jughead. We’re dating. Now take me to Pop’s and buy me a milkshake.”

   “Chocolate peanut butter?”

   “Of course.”

   We left the museum hand in hand, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Jughead. My friend, one of my best friends, who I had liked for two years, was dating me. And I had my other best friends to thank for it, too.

   Jughead, feeling my eyes on him, glanced down at me. “What?”

   “Nothing. It’s just. Well, Betty and Veronica said that they were going to set me up with my perfect match, and I think that they were actually right about that.”

   Jughead didn’t say anything, but leaned down to kiss the top of my head, and released my hand in favor of putting his arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

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Taken from a question I'll never forget from the literacy test as it was the one I answered in the last 50 seconds: What article of clothing is most like the haikyuu characters?

ok i guesssssssssssss!!! #OSSLT2016 😂😂😂#haikyuu #bro 😂😂😂😂hinata- a cute lil sundress bc he cute and lights up mi lifekageyama- sweatpants???? idk i feel like the dudes always wearing sweatpants u know... a boi that i can relate todaichi- a diddly darn dress shirt!!! hes so proper and polite mans prolly got like twelve of them idksuga- an apron but like the one with lemons on jt that i saw at winners and it was kate spade and i really wanted it it was cute as heck anyway ya an apron bc hes homey af! asahi- for some reason this one like came to me but hes like a pair of worn combat boots you know like a staple piece and very reliable ;)nishinoya- cROP TOP VERY CUTE SHORT AND I LOVE thankstanaka- backwards hat haha he cool af bro tsukishima- those shoes that r too big or too small on u but u still wear them bc they look nice or... a fedorAyamaguchi- A NICE FUZZY WARM SCARFkenma- u know those skater shirts from like 2004 where they were like short sleeves but they also had long sleeves under?!?!? yeah thatkuroo- socks but like those knee high socks with cats on them... lol freakin loseroikawa- those god awful knee length plaid shorts?? screw u trash boyiwaizumi- just a nice plain t shirt but he look good so its a good t shirtbokuto- bigly oversized hoodie;;; idk mans just looks like he would want curl up in it . also my owl sleep mask.akaashi- u know those canvas jackets??? or like something like that. there when u need him, v reliable,, comfy =)tendou- the highest of the high heels. nice as hell. beautiful. amazing. smart. clever. thats what u get from these shoes and thats what this dude is!lev- supremedassit